Scars On My Heart. Lines On Your Wrist Poem by Silence Dogood

She was running away from all that she knew.
Out of the building and quick into the sun.
Counting in her head the ways she could die
Finger on the trigger of suicides gun

But she didn't make it far.
And collapsed on broken ground.
Crying her tears silently.
And wearing a dismal frown.

When suddenly the love she had.
Came up right to her side.
He took the sleeve she wore each day.
And revealed the pain outside.

Each scar outlined with crimson.
Like the tracks of salty tears.
But not any of these sorrows.
Could match the weight of all his fears

And she took out the blade in her front pocket.
Not caring what he would see.
For she took that blade to her icy skin.
To cover once more with the sleeve.

But when she went to cut again.
Another line she could not write.
For there he was beside her crying.
tears of purest white.

And he took that razor right out of her hands telling her,
'Every cut to your wrist, is a stab to my heart.'
But she replied quietly to him.
'But my life is slowly breaking apart'

'So stay with me and we'll put back the pieces
We'll make a word that pain can't touch
And I will be your loving slave
Because I love you way too much'

And then he looked down at her with tears in his eyes.
And managed a smile one mile wide.
As she looked on not seeing what was there.
Not understading how much he truly cared.