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Array ( [sid] => 48088 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Scars [time] => 2004-05-18 15:07:15 [hometext] => I'm sure that some of you will be able to relate on a personal level (((HUGS))) [bodytext] => To see all the years of pain and hurt,
And from feeling like I belonged in the dirt,
Take a little look down at my arm,
And there you’ll see a worshipper of self harm.

Sometimes I can’t bear to look and feel ashamed,
That the hurt in my past has left me maimed,
Ashamed of dragging glass/scissors across my skin,
To get a release and let the pain seep from within.

I remember feeling numb, until I saw the blood,
It sounds really weird, but I began to feel good,
I felt like I had found a new friend,
One who was forever at hand with relief to lend.

My emotional scars have long begun the healing process,
But my once lovely arms are now left a mess,
I wish that I could have found a better way,
Than butchering my arms up day after day.

I often see people staring,
At the evidence of all the slashing and tearing,
The disgusted looks, if only they knew,
What desperate things desperate people do.


[comments] => 5 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 61 [informant] => pixie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
The Scars

Contributed by pixie on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 03:07:15 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



To see all the years of pain and hurt,
And from feeling like I belonged in the dirt,
Take a little look down at my arm,
And there you’ll see a worshipper of self harm.

Sometimes I can’t bear to look and feel ashamed,
That the hurt in my past has left me maimed,
Ashamed of dragging glass/scissors across my skin,
To get a release and let the pain seep from within.

I remember feeling numb, until I saw the blood,
It sounds really weird, but I began to feel good,
I felt like I had found a new friend,
One who was forever at hand with relief to lend.

My emotional scars have long begun the healing process,
But my once lovely arms are now left a mess,
I wish that I could have found a better way,
Than butchering my arms up day after day.

I often see people staring,
At the evidence of all the slashing and tearing,
The disgusted looks, if only they knew,
What desperate things desperate people do.






Copyright © pixie ... [ 2004-05-18 15:07:15]
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Re: The Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by Another_Dimension on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 03:21:50 PM AEST
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A poem i just read was called, 'I bleed to feel' thats exactly what i do... amazing write, top notch x


Re: The Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by afraid_of_fear on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 03:45:46 PM AEST
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I've not been commenting on poems in a while, but after reading this i felt i had no choice. This is an absolutely incredible poem which touched my heart.. i feel this way so often, too often.. the last line was so powerful.. hell the whole thing was. Great stuff.. hope to see more from you soon..
charlotte x_x_x


Re: The Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 03:56:33 PM AEST
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oi... this is powerful...


Re: The Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by StrangeLittleGirl on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 04:22:34 PM AEST
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WOW. Brilliant poem. (I have some poems on the same subject. I will post them soon) Well done. :)


Re: The Scars (User Rating: 1 )
by carebear on Friday, 21st May 2004 @ 10:20:40 PM AEST
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i did that stuff too i've been clean for 2 monthes...




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