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Why did I do it? It is a very good question Why did he do it? I asked that when I herd That he cuts himself Was I not a good friend? Did I make him sick? The thoughts were muddled But one rang clear in my head Did it really help him? There was blood on my arm What did I do? I wanted to bandage it But I stopped I felt something through the sting of the cut Calmness All the confusion of that day All the feelings I repressed Were gone For the first time In the longest time I was okay I seeped up the feeling And tried it again
No one noticed the cuts No one noticed the scars No one noticed that I was getting more clumsy I didn't hide my new cuts I didn't put bandages on them I didn't cover them with sleaves I knew someone would notice If I suddenly became meek No one would look if I acted normal
Except for someone who looked for it He noticed me Scratching my nails against my skin When I was aching to cut it open He asked me what was on my arm He tugged at my sleeve And revealed my newest wound Still red and healing
That is what brought us together Him and I The scars were what seperated us from others And made us siblings We are as different as night and day He has a cold look but a big heart While I had a sunny look with a shattered heart Through the loneliness People like us find family in each other And makes us less lonely It may not seem like a good thing But when I decided to stop a year ago I lost my way to cope I can no longer ease the pain And I lost my family All in the hope of being normal
zibs added this comment 2009-05-13 21:14:21-05:00
this is sad and very true...wish i was strong but im not...
zibs added this comment 2009-05-13 21:14:21-05:00
this is sad and very true...wish i was strong but im not...