| �My Coping Skill�
~Sara Montey~ For some it�s hard to understand The pain that I�ve gone through. Those who comprehend my suffering Are only but a few. So much has come my way These days it�s hard to bear. Ne�er would I have lived If I had not friends who care. I have my way of coping As you may have yours, too. It may be strange and gruesome But it is what I do. I like to think of it as artwork; My creative escape. With every little crevice And each and every shape. I paint a picture on my body To tell a story with a rush. My skin as the canvas And my razor as the brush. You see, when I am painting All the pain just disappears. It shatters all my mixed up thoughts And all my lingering fears. As my skin is pierced and the blood pours out, You might think I�d be in pain. I am numb, and watch the blood trickle Down my body, �til the feeling I regain. And once the feeling has returned I lay in the puddle of red. I close my eyes and begin to cry Fear again lingers in my head. |