Chels
2009-07-31 12:48:36 UTC
I glance at my arm
Scarred, and bloody.
I did not see
how this was harm.
It felt good,
To let go, and release.
Because I didn't know
Where my life stood.
My mind would spin,
I told myself I would stop.
I really, really tried,
But I would never win.
Time after time,
Life didn't get better.
I started to wonder
If I was committing a crime.
They said what I was doing
was a sign of weakness.
Little did they know,
The type of things I was viewing.