The Scars Ive Made Poem by Melissa Broomhead

they say im so beautiful thaey say that im the best;
they even look strait in my eyes and tell me all the rest;
they tell me everyone notices when i enter the room;
but why do i feel invisible like they leave me to my doom;
ive never been real happy not deep down inside me;
i hide the pain inside my eyes im supprised you dont see;
only one persin can see through my eyes like open doors;
she used to say that all bad things happened in fours;
i used to count them one, two, three, four she wasnt right;
at least four things would happen all during the night;
i could always feel the pain intensified flowing through my viens;
but i couldnt make it go away because in my life pain is the one who reigns;
i couldnt make it go i couldnt make it fly;
i couldnt make it go away and i just dont know why;
the only way to realse the pain is to let the pain inside my vains come out;
how could i do it? how could the pain just come out? could i bleed or just shout;
shouting isnt enough when youve gone this far like me;
who knows my blood who knows we'll see;
i tried it once i tried it twice i tried it over and over again;
i bled and bled and cried and cried and then;
i needed help i knew i did but i was so afraid;
my friends tried to help but what do they know there life is made;
the whole point is to say that i dont see the things you do;
how can i be beautiful with the scars ive made?