The scars on me

I sit here
Among my friends
My best friends
For ever and ever
But friendship is like glass
It can break by a hit
I know that all to well



When I sit here
Among my friends
I feel lonely inside
Like I'm different from them
Somehow I am
A freak among normals
They will never know



As time goes by, I understand the picture...

I'm not wanted,

not needed,

I'm just here to be blamed

If something's wrong. I'm just an issue...



Every night, I go to bed,

and hear the same old voice.

Its so familiar,

so gentle,

begging me to leave..

Softly I'm told, what to do,

the warm touch convinces me..

I'm crying, hurting..

There soon will be no more pain...



The knife, gentle as it seems,

slices across my skin,

My tears start to dry..

I'm no longer crying,

not hurting..

Feels like I'm flying..

like its all gone...

The star is all gone......


The scars on my arm
Is hidden by clothes
No one will ever see
That the pain inside
Is reflecting on me
No one will ever see....