Scars Poem by Patrick Shields

Red Blood Lines Roll Down My Arms, Shoulders, and Chest
I Roll Down My Sleeves Content With The Soon To Be Scars
As My Cuts Bleed I Make Sure To Clean Up My Crimson Mess
They Sting and Glow Red Like The Many Dying Stars

I Get In The Bath Tub Rinse My Cuts Off As The Blood Flows
The Water Turns To Blood Like The Nile River Did Long Ago
I Put Another Cleave Long Sleeve Shirt On Depression Wins As My Commen Sense Screams Noooo
The Power That I Get To Write These Poems Is Also My Greatest Foe

My Once Smooth Skin Is Now Coevered In Scars and Healing Wounds
Ashemed I Am Tell Anyone Except For Friends
My Skin Now Coevered With Marks Like Craters In The Moon
I Know Now That This Disorder Will Never End

Realeasing Pain Through Work Of A Razor Blade Is What I Do
Scars Multiply Like The Number Of Sins I Commit
No One Cares What My Arms, Shoulders, and Chest Look Like After Im Through
My Family Will Never Understand Why I Do It

These Scars Remind Me Im Still Alive and Heart Broken
To Long I Have Not Told Anyone and Been To Soft Spoken
My Scars Give Me Strengh Beyond Stength