#poeeetry

[foxyfoxchichi-blog]

Scars

When I was sad, I used to write, words upon my sleeve When I was happy once again, I'd wipe them off and they would leave. But as time went on, I replaced the pen I had with a blade. Hoping it would signify I could never run away. And as time when on, the cuts, they never seemed they were enough. And life itself had turned for worse, because everything was tough. So I’d cut a little deeper, and everything would be back in place. And I’d hide the scars with longer shirts, and a smile on my face. And when I found that I had no where left to hurt, I would pick at scars, and tell no one, for I was an introvert. And finally one day... I think that I had finally had it then The scars and pain wouldn’t dissipate,for they were no longer in pen. So i stared at myself, just a marked zombie in the mirror and instead of adding scars, i decided to disappear.