Scars are a curse, that most wish didn't tell a story,
Every scar on someones body tells about pain.
Whether you, fell, got bit by a dog, got in a fight,
Or grabbed a blade and put them there yourselves.
You rely on the blood, to show you life,
And the pain, to realize that you aren't numb.
The scars will never let you forget your pain,
They'll never let you forget the past.
No matter how many, or how deep you cut.
Everytime you put that blade to your skin,
You'll still bleed.
You'll still feel pain.
Because every cut you put on your body,
Will slowly tear your heart.
I should know,
Because i'm like you, pain is my release.
I too have scars all over my body,
I'll never forget my pain or my past.
The proof of that is written in scars,
Scars will fade in time, but pain will not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how you compare cutting to your heart...truely amazing