The silence is deafening hear in the dark
Yet I hear only my thoughts
I look at my arm & shudder at the mark
Lots of crosses but no noughts
They didn't physically hurt
The marks on my arm
They are clean & free from dirt
But I never thought I would self harm
The scars are a reminder
For all those years
Spent on the wrong side of kinder
7 long years of pain & tears
Would I remember without them
Of course
Stuck in the back of my throat like phlegm
full of remorse
People ask, Why do it?
I don't really know
A problem that couldn't be fixed
When feeling so low
Would I do it again?
I hope not
Next time I will turn to a friend
to loosen the knot
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