I'm fourteen and have a bad history. When I was three my parents would get into physical fights and I would get in between them. I would get hit and hurt badly. They divorced and my mom got with a d***. For 3 years he abused me. With all the hurt I started cutting. Then I got a wonderful boyfriend that got me to stop cutting. Sometimes I feel the need to cut but I talk to him instead and sometimes he runs to my house just to hold me. I love him and he is truly my savior.
Pain, Cuts, And Scars
But the scares still show,
Will these wounds heal or be forever sore,
The memories shine a bright glow.
The pain still remains,
The tears still fall,
Rivers of the blood still stains,
My wall remains tall.
A razor blade craved into my wrist,
Every cut shows pain,
Every scar has a story with a twist,
To many problems to explain.
There is no where to hide,
No reason to even try,
Inside I have already died,
As I disappear, I break down and cry.