Self Harm

A knot came to my stomach feeling so tight
There was only one way to make it feel right
The jagged piece of glass worked a charm
As I watch the blood run down my arm
Now I have a way I can control my pain
And will probally do it again and again
It's a personal thing that I deserve
Like all who have hurt me on this earth
Unabused people cant understand
Why I have scabs as a wrist band
Cos these type of scars I wear with pride
They make more sense than the ones inside
And for a time my soul does not have to feel
The hurt people caused that sadly is real