Scars And Blood Poem by Jessica Licklider

i have so many
the pain was like a shiney new penny

with all the blood
it didn't make me feel like crud

it was beautiful
unlike a hurt cuticile

it was more
like a bird when they soar

the blade went deep
and the blood it would creep

more and more
my skin just tore

it hurt
like toarn Ernie and Bert

i couldn't stop
blood gushes from the top

from all the times i did those
i now have scars from where the blood rose