Blame For Your Pretty Scars Poem by Vishal Sharma

She suffers in silence as she sees her broken image, me
Alone, only she can hear her own voice
Crying for help and feeling empty
Begging Him please and asking for forgiveness
Admitting of being afraid of what she might do
As she tells herself that she isnt enough
She does not recognize herself when she looks at me
As she stares at a body that does not fit within her vision
Disappointed with her thoughts
She does not understand the pleasure she gets from their horror
She screams until her chest hurts
And I make her drop to the floor as her knees become weak
Rocking back and forth she tries to catch her breath
To stop the skipping sound in her cries
Feeling dirty when she looks at me
She lets the water run
Hates the clothes she sees on me
But rather have them on than to be naked
The water is hot but she embraces the heat to seize other pain
She allows the water to
hit her face so noone can see her cry
She turns her soft hands, fingernails first
And tries to scrub off the shame off her skin
She is now dirty again
With blood
He may love me but she hates me
Why should he love me? Why would she love me?
I'm not pretty, not smart, not talented
I'm damaged, complicated, weird
I'm selfish, cold, dead
A confusion that drives her insane
She looks at the wrist that I helped create
She does not cut for attention
She cuts to provide proof that she hates me
In case she forgets
She has forgotten so many times
Because during those times she was happy
Glancing at her photos of the nights before
The happiness was interrupted when she saw me
Her own words break her down
Revealing her self worth
I notice she drinks to feel better
I see her having fun. Oh my little girl, you're forgetting again
So I remind her. Go cut yourself
Let the cold metal pierce your pale skin
Feel the stings as you move across
Show me you hate me
That you're disappointed in me
I will take all the blame for your pretty scars