I look at my arms, they sort of sting;
Ten seconds later; long red lines
Appear, they sting to the touch;
But feel better after a while, where did they come from?
I look at my fingers with the nails so long;
I have nails like a wild animal; why don’t I cut them?
Where did these red lines come from?
Wear long sleeves so no questions are asked;
But wait someone saw the marks they ask but I do not say anything
As I cover my arms back up and act as though they saw nothing,
Where did these come from?
I walk and don’t look back…
Because when I look back the lines on my arms
Appear, with more than I had before…
Where did they come from?
- Title: Red Scars
- Artist: The Romantic Seme
- Description: So this is something i've dealt with and still do, but i rarely ever write poetry so this is the one and only time i will be writing poetry...
- Date: 05/17/2011
- Tags: scars