Outside Poem by Rose Marie Cook

On the outside
Is skin so fine
You would never tell
What's on her mind

Under her layer
The scars run deep
She finds refuge
Only in her dreams

Pieces of her
Stitched together
Different patches
Of all kinds

The scars run deeper
In her skin
All thanks to her little friend
Evidence on her wrist

Stapled shut
Her heart can't speak
What she wants
Who she sees

On the outside
Is skin so fine
You could never tell
What's on her mind

The knife calls to her
Sounds so sweet
Looks like the solution
That she needs

They stab the knife
In further
Twist and let her suffer
Nothing more they can do

On the outside
Is skin so fine
But on her wrist
Are little lines

Her body stitched
Her heart stapled
No longer matters
She was unable