| Healing Old Scars |
| My only friend was a razor blade, When i was depressed he was my aid. I depended on him like no other, To fill the postition of father and mother, I still dont know why I tried, Tried to hide my feelings inside. He helped me express my pain I'd hide, The pain that i would stuff deep down inside. I'd look at my scars and remember the pain, So I'd pick up that good old friend of mine. What a good friend he was indeed, He came to my aid at every need. He was my best friend and he'd always be, Untill one dy, sense finally came over me. I realized that he was not not my friend, He was a piece of metal with one sharp end. I threw him away as soon as I could, I thought then after that I would be good. Untill this day I was fine, Until I saw that good old friend of mine. Like a rehab reject, I jumped for him quick, And sliced my skin, my skin so thick. And now looking down at my my arms, I see the healing of old and new scars. -Celina Hoban |