Suicide Scars

i look at myself in the mirror wondering.
wondering what happend to the girl i used to be.
wondering why there are scars on my wrist.
why i did this to myself.
then i think back to when my whole world was crashing down.
i seem to realize that these scars are suicide scars.
i start to cry to the fact that i will have these scars for a life time.
i grab my razor put it up to my wrist.
and i start to cut.
i start to cut them suicide cuts all over again.
i cant stop.
but i guess that this will be me forever.
makeing them ugly suicide scars.

poem by Trish Spencer
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Worth the Pain

We were best friends from the start
It's been ten or eleven years.
Who would of ever thought
I'd cry so many tears?

The laughter through High School
Always kept me going.
The love between the two of us
Never stopped growing.

Graduation came
And we went our separate ways.
Two years later, we met again...
Oh my, what a day!

I fell for him so hard
That I couldn't find myself.
Lost in so many emotions
I didn't know what I felt.

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poem by Trish Spencer
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