Hold Onto My Heart Poem by jess jayne

For the first time,
These scars run across my wrist,
The place that can be visibly seen,
They didn't bleed,
But I felt the need.

It was like the pressure,
Wasn't enough,
To cut the surface,
Without any blood.

So if I fell today,
Would I crsh to the ground,
And finally end it all.

Because of these scars,
I wear braclets,
So that nobody can see,
My inner pain.

But I think I know,
I've fallen too far,
There's no turning back now,
So let's make the most,
Of what i've got left.

So i'll grip to my happeiness,
Before it slides away,
I'll hold onto my heart,
Before the last strand breaks.