Scars Of Life Poem by Serena Taylor

I look at my arm
And wonder why
These scars look good
I want to cry.

I grab the blade
And cut my arm.
I wince in pain
As I self harm.

The blood bursts
Out of my skin.
Tears threaten to come out
But I keep them in.

I let myself bleed
I let it all out
And finally tears burst.
It makes me wanna shout.

Finally blood stops
As the wound starts to heal.
It fills me with hatred
As my mind starts to reel.

Your cruel, harsh words
Are all I can hear.
I long for the day
When you call me ‘dear'

I wish you could know
But you're totally unaware
Of how much your words hurt.
It's like you don't care.

I pull down my long sleeves
And my mind starts to roam.
Sometimes I wonder
Is this my home?

I wipe away my tears
When you call my name.
You shout in my face
It's me who you blame.

You always think it's me
So I try to apologise.
When I say it's not my fault
You say I'm full of lies.

So when the fight ends
I go back to my room.
I look out the window
As all the flowers bloom.

Nobody's life is perfect.
I know that for sure.
Some moments are great
Ones which you want more.

So I pull up my sleeves
And sharply slash my wrist.
I close my eyes
My mind filled with mist.