Scars
16 February, 2007
Author: Tanean Schaller
If the nightmares would end, I could sleep again.
If the pain would cease to haunt me, the scars would not be so deep.
I don’t ask you to watch, I can’t ask you to understand,
but you judge me for the scars that are left from my hands.
You can’t feel the pain. I can’t explain the sensation of being numb,
the release from within-when I just want to run.
But, in the nightmares I see it, every one of my fears.
The loneliness you’ve brought me, the heartbreak, and the tears.
I watch for the healing, it’s takes place in the scars.
You don’t light the match, you can’t fan the flame,
this hurt that you caused was your piece of the game.
But you don’t win, I hurt no more.
The scars that are left, they even the score.
So again, walk away and smirk as you do,
someday you will see the scars someone left on you.
------- Author's Notes -------
I wrote this poem after listening to a song pertaining to "cutting" which is a common form a teenage self mutilation and escape from emotional or physical pain and trauma. This is one poem of two that I have written with regard to that topic. |
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