The Scar
18 September 2006
2:31 A.M.

I stare down at the scar on my hand
The physical manifestation
Of the pain I still feel inside.

Too scared to cut
I scratched until I bled
I welcomed the burning pain.

The scar is angry, jagged, and red
Just like I feel inside
A half inch welt of emotion.

I caused pain to myself
Longing to feel release
I succeeded.

Relief and release were brief
All I have now is an angry scar
And scorching internal pain.

A simple jagged scratch
And it took days to heal
I feel no different inside

I stare down at the scar on my hand
And I realize it wasn't worth it
It changed nothing

Too scared to cut
I scratched until I bled
Though it changed nothing
I can't say I'll never do it again.