*Written about 16 years ago*
A time when pain was easily mistook for something different, a time when scars were internal not external, a time when I could explain the scars, but that time is long gone, that time has left, that time is no longer with me.
A time when I never had to wear long sleeved shirts to cover all the pain, pain that is trying to escape
But escaping through that cuts that appear on my arms
A time when I did not need to feel that touch of the cold blade, or see that crimson red that flows from the deepest pain inside…
A time when I never had to carry a blade with me all the time, just in case, just in case something happens and then that blade is there,
A time when I never needed to sit and hold that blade close to my skin
When I never had to sit and just stare off into space and wonder….
A time when pain was something easy to understand cause it was not trying to escape through open scars…
A time when I could understand the world around
But now suddenly that world has grown so cold…so heartless…..