Scars

You cover your arm,
You don't want them to see your scars.
The constant reminder,
That you are hated.
That no one cares about you,
Not even yourself.

You tell yourself,
Next time will be different,
Next time it won't hurt.
You stare at your ceiling,
Contemplating what to do next.

You end it all,
Or live another day of hell.
You feel the warmth of your tears,
Slowoly running donw your cheeks.

Something in you clicks.
A sharp pain,
So sudden you feel the pain of the past.
The tears come faster.
You know you want to end it now.

No longer will you suffer.
You want to end it all now.
The pain and the tears,
Will be no more.

You stare at the knife in your hand.
The light shines off the blade.
You run it across your wrists.

The last shred of pain you will ever feel.
You lie on your bed,
As you feel the pain slip away,
Like the blood on your wrists.

You begin to fade,
You whisper your last goodbyes.
You never had a chance to love,
Never to feel free.

Your heart begins to slow.
Your eyes now shut forever,
No more pain.
No more sorrow.