Scars Are The Memories - Poem by Kelsey Joe
A knife lies in my hand
It’s a tragedy waiting to happen.
My heart is racing
And my forehead is sweating
My eyes are tearing up
As I get myself ready.
My hands are shaking
I know it’s time to get it over with
Tears come flying out
As I cut away the sorrow and depression.
The blood flows out
I feel relief but shame.
I watch it all go out
I set down the knife
I fall to the ground and cry
But yet, I’m happy now.
I’m breaking down
And these scars are what tell my story.
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