Scars

Jul 25 2011

Published by Justaboy at 1:29 am under emo Poems

Can you not tell how I’ve been broken?
And yet still you hurt me and leave me forsaken.
Can you not see the scars down my arm?
Did you think they were meant to lend to my charm?

I can tell you now, they’re not for show,
And I can’t believe you didn’t know.
You had to see how bad I hurt,
And you still treated me like dirt.

I trusted you enough to let you in,
And you stabbed me from within.
Why do people hurt each other?
Can you just go and find another,

Perhaps this time one without a heart,
One who’ll see you from the start.
One who’ll play your silly game,
And leave you broken and in shame,

Feeling my same agony,
Drowning in seas of misery.
I hope it happens, that’s what I need.
To see you suffer as I bleed.

Because the knife so loves my skin,
And he feels nothing for your sin.
So I’ll watch you leave in that little car,
To me you’ll just be one more scar.