April 15, 2012
Cuts on my wrist is love
The scars on my fingers are hate
The burn on my leg is my very first date
The gash on my arm is fear
the inside of my lip is when you don't hear
the scratches on my stomach are joy
I have so much emotion it has no where to go
so i just let it flow
in the form of pain

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L7SquariaN This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 2, 2012 at 9:03 pm
This poem is heartbreaking. I hate hearing/reading about self-infliction :(   However, I do like how you organized the poem, personifying different wounds. This was a very powerful technique. Keep it up :)
Skweekie said...
Jun. 8, 2012 at 4:31 am
This is really good. It's very real, if you know what I mean?
somerandomperson replied...
Jun. 8, 2012 at 7:45 pm

thanks and i do


hippiechick99 said...
Apr. 19, 2012 at 3:09 pm
This is sad, but for some people true. If this is you and you need to talk remember everyone here at TI loves and cares about you. :)
somerandomperson replied...
May 15, 2012 at 5:29 pm
Not anymore...infact my life has turned around and im a lot happier now
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