No More Pain

Everywhere there are scars,
memories that cover my skin
letting all the hurt bleed away,
pain replacing the painful
ache deep within my chest.
I can't take it any longer.

I can't take the misery any-
more. All that's left are my scars.
I find it in that familiar wooden chest
and lay the cool blade against my skin.
Such a slight movement, yet so painful.
Drip, drip, crimson memories drain away.

The tears, too, drain away.
Crying was a wast of time any-
how. All that was painful
fade with scars,
vanishing, leaving new skin.
Replace the blade back into the chest.

Now I put a lock on that chest.
I found a way,
a new way that won't taint my skin.
No more hurt anymore.
No more scars.
I can take all that is painful.

But when painful
comes to empty the chest,
the thoughts of scars
seem not so far away.
Not such a bad idea anymore
...Such vulnerable skin.

The familiar coolness againstt my skin
Life's gotten so painful
I can't take it anymore,
that ever-returning dread within my chest.
One swipe and this can all go away.
What am I doing? I can't leave another scar

I can't scar my skin again.
All that is painful can go away.
That chest won't be opened anymore.





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AyeshaLiveLaughLove said...
Jun. 24, 2012 at 11:52 pm
Wow. I cannot explain the intensity I felt while reading this poem. It is truly an outstanding piece of work! Nice job!(:
 
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