the night is my enemies’s ally. at night my brain and i cross mental swords we fight each other until the day break. at night my brain doesn’t fight fair in my weakened state i am susceptible to my brains wicked ways. there are rules to war and my brain breaks everyone. it brings up the darkest of times constantly it makes no effort to fight fair. it always wins in the end and i succumb to its will my brain leaves me with not a swift death but another scar in my conscience. that scar i bare on the inside not allowing it to show on the outside or my mind will bring me to an end. I’m not sure if thats a bad thing anymore

knock knock
who is it?
love
love who?
love you

go away, you're not welcome
I don't need you
you're just a stupid feeling
a disease that violate our hearts and souls
that make our eyes go blind
and changes our perception of things
you make everyone sick as you pass by

you pretend you're perfect
that everything is beautiful
and it will stay that way forever

but then you go
go without a warning
leaving a hole where once was a heart full of you

I still have the scars of your name in my chest
I still remember the tears I droped for you

why you just came back now?
why now?
why after all this time?

didn't you know I was waiting for you
to knock on my bedroom door?

A scar runs down,
Across from end to end,
And no one knows how deep the wound is.
A love so far away,
That knowledge turns to ashes.
Affection might bloom once more,
In a heart I said was cold.
In a corner it cries for now,
And longs for warm arms,
Like she’s heard of Old.  
Unnecessary! hoarse the shouts,
That seem to cramp my heavy mind,
And promises I threw away come creeping back to haunt me.
I’ve sworn I didn’t need you,
And half-bitterly read the words that told me so.
Where are you when I need you?
Have you forgotten me so soon?
A scar runs down,
And could deepen soon enough.

A scar fading
It’s really like an old scar
No at all a threat,
Which tingles on occasion,
When I’m cold or sick or wet,
It causes no real pain,
It’s loss is not enduring,
But like an old scar,
The memory still clinging,
which only time diminishes,
And two events finishes.

I have this scar
It sits on the inside of my wrist
It rides over bright blue veins
And you can't help but notice it
Or at least I can't
I've tried erase it
From my wrist from my life
Tried a couple ways
But still there it sits
For these last eleven weeks
Which is what it reminds me of
An eleven
Two strait lines
I reflect on it often
And get embarrassed every time my blood is drawn
Or I make a high five
But it will remain the only one
I promise

Except this is what people see
A small part of a larger story
No I am not about to go into why I'm a cutter the rest of this poem
Because I'm not
But everything I said is true
I have that scar
And looks like self harm
But it is not
I would never
It's obvious and persistent
And I did get blood drawn often
But because I was sick
lots of people don't know the story behind my scar
It take seven seconds to make an impression
Seven seconds for others to judge
The day I got this scar was the day I wanted to never judge again
Because the embarrassment I felt at blood tests for something I did not do
Was real
The judgement I feel I get while shaking a hand envelops me
I would never want someone else to feel that way
As humans we think we are so smart
But
We
Are
Not
That person we think we have figured out
We might not know at all
Anger might mean hurt
Annoyed might mean stressed
Withdrawal might mean depressed
That girl who wears the same sweatshirt everyday
Might only have one
The guy who bullies kids
Might be bullied at home
I don't know the story behind the face or the reason for the tears
Like they don't know how I got this scar
There's a story to every person and knowing the last sentence never once meant you read it all

I've lost gallons of blood
Torn miles of skin
But the darkest of my scars
Started within
You called me a friend
Even called me your kin
I was there with you
To see every end
As the sun dipped way down
You told me you'd stay
It was only right
As you'd come to say
But as night gave way
And I lay awake
Opening my eyes
Was unearthing a grave
You died with what I saw in you
Withered and worn
And inside me something changed

*A scar was born