Can't you see the scars?
Can't you see the marks?
Pictures, patterns, words unite,
They travel up my arm.
Can't you see the kitchen knifes?
Can't you see the razors?
I carry in my strife.
They create these precious,
Pictures, patterns, words,
That travel up my arm.
Can't you hear your words?
Can't you hear your mumbles?
That tumble from your mouth.
These the words,
That take the thoughts from my mind,
And make them travel,
Up my arms.
Can't you see your dirty looks?
Dirty looks?
I'll wash them clean,
Gouge the vains from porcelian skin,
Leaving marks,
That travel up my arm.
Can't you feel the agony,
The agony?
Agony t
Why Do You Do It?
Leaving Those Scars There,
With Every Single Slit,
On Your Skin So Bare.
Does It Make You Feel Good?
Something That Makes You Smile,
Would You Stop If You Could?
Or Live The Rest Of Your Life In Denial.
Do You Wish To Forget Those Times?
Does It Remind You Of Times To Reminise On?
With Every New Slit Creating New Lines,
Always There Never To Soon Be Gone!
Surely You Must Hate That Reminder,
When You Did That All That Self Pain,
Everyday You Become More Blinder,
With Nothing More To Ever Gain.
Are You Suffering In Silence Alone?
Or Just Scared People Will Think Less?
There's Ways To Stop, You Need To Be Show
I cut myself and watch it bleed,
I feel the rush inside of me,
I don't cause I'm stupid, or I'm ignored,
I do it because I'm kinda bored,
Running down, the bloods so great,
How did I ever get to this state?
I know its wrong, that I should fight,
then why the hell does it feel so right?
Why can't I stop, how can this be,
that I cut myself were no one can see,
no cries for help, don't want to be found,
but walking around my blood stains the ground,
I need help, I know I do,
I hidwe in the dark, won't come through,
And so, unfinished this poem shall go,
because, what happens next you never shall know.
-Mikki
People want to believe that you\'re ok,
so its easy to pretend that you are.
People just don\'t fucking understand,
so I\'ll just keep my distance.
People say that they care when they really don\'t,
so its easier to keep my problems to myself.
People judge so quickly because its easy;
they don\'t know me, just how I look or may act around them.
People who judge will never truly know someone,
because they hardly know themselves.
People care too much about what others think,
but I don\'t....if someone doesn\'t like me for
whatever petty reason they have,
I don\'t want to associate with them anyway.
Life is too fucking short to bu