whathappensnext Posted November 12, 2007 Share Posted November 12, 2007 under the sleeve the scars i hide all b/c what i've felt inside day after day night after night i would mark my skin with a razor or knife it felt so good the blood running down my arm it was like i had done no harm the adriline rush that i've felt many times before felt so good i couldnt help but want more deeper and deeper i wanted to stop really i did but i went on disapointing instead i did it again and agian soon i didnt need a reason it just happened like a routine that i could never stop and now i hide the marks of what i've done but the memories are still there under the sleeves i wear will it ever go away and will i be able to see my skin the skin thats really me the skin thats not broken nor bruised that is shinny and smooth will i ever have a day where i can throw all my sweatshirts away will i be able to.... layin the sun and go swimming too without someone saying "what did u do" and will i be able to honestly say i am ok no one knows especially me i just wanna be free so fo now i'll wear my sweatshirts and jeans and hope for the day i can be me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stu147 Posted November 12, 2007 Share Posted November 12, 2007 Your poem illustrates this scenario so well. Anyone who has walked this walk will hear your words loud and clear. Well written, good work. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whathappensnext Posted November 12, 2007 Author Share Posted November 12, 2007 thank you.i think alot of ppl on here will realte to my poems Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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