These marks
These stupid marks
These marks betray me
No longer a secret
Of how I spend my nights
No longer sleeping
No longer numb
Filled with darkness
The pain that never goes away
Helpless to the feeling
Loving pain more than numb
Knowing it's not right
Knowing I can't stop
These marks betray me
These marks show how I really am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I used to be a heavy duty cutter, but I'm a lot better now