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
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