Sometimes when we shatter, our broken pieces scar others.

She lies there
So beautiful
So peaceful
Nobody would call for her
Not while she was in the tub
The music loud
Almost too loud
It sounded more like incessant banging
But she didn't mind
And didn't care if others did
Warm water up to her chest
Only getting colder
She's been in there for an hour
Or two
When usually she only stays for half
Her family,
Beginning to worry,
Bangs on the door
They wonder if they got a response
And just couldn't here it
But no
The girl said nothing
So the family enters
To a sight of pure
Horror.
I look past the deep
Bleeding cut
That goes long ways down her arm
Past the old scars,
Already a pale white,
That cross her arm
And I look at the family
Their faces
Their eyes
Not full of tears
But shock
And it occurs to me
That I am her
And she
Is me.

You might have seen the smile on his face,
and heard the laughter full of lies
But did you see the scars on his arm,
and the tears in his eyes.
Have heard the pain in his voice,
and seen the bruises on his thighs?
He's been broken for years and no one has a clue on why.

So many scars I thought.

“***** me, *****, ***** ******* me”

“Don’t do it I” I pleaded.

Cut, scratch, scrape the flesh

“Bleed you *******, bleed!

It doesn't hurt, it helps.

Not normal, what the ***** normal

You can’t destroy something that’s

That’s already destroyed.”

(He shouts at me)

“Look at me!  Go on; tell me I’m not already broken.”

Empty eyes, reflecting nothing.

Inward staring; shutting me out .

He looked up at me with an air of indifference

Then handed me the blade.

So many scars I thought; so many nightmares.

Your arteries are like correlations
Possessing fragments of my brightest moments
Protruding right against your skin
And an abundance of my darkest thoughts
Crawling viciously through your lungs
Infecting your every breath
Just to fill the empty spaces
Between the blood that pulses through your veins
And the twisted bones that keep you straight

The craters in your wrists
Hold masquerades of celebratory pain
Where crisp and lifeless voices
Hum out screams of your trauma
Like meaningless smalltalk
As if you were a resemblance of the weather
Just another galactic disaster
While their idle hands of Devils play
Scrape knives along your spine
And feast formally from your flesh

You picked up the bottle again because of me.
You cut again because of me.
You found love, no...lust, only a lover in all the wrong places because of me.
I ran away because of you.
I was scared to face life because of you.
I was, no...am blaming you but only because of my own stupidity and love for you.
He picked up a blade again because of me because I picked up a blade again because of you picking up the blade again.
Let's all throw the blades to the ground.
Shatter the liquor bottles.
Let our tears flow and talk...
And maybe we'll have a little less blood around here
And little more understanding.
If not you might as well keep the blade and down another shot.

Turn off the pain and up the heat
   Puncture me with needles so sweet
Run the blade right through my heart
   And love me 'til the blood runs dark

Cut me arms and pull my hair
   Tell me just how much you care
Take my body, I wont fight
   Take me far from the light

Tear the meat from my bones
   And make it feel like this is home
Slash the whip across my face
   Bring me to my happy place