Pess/Opt-imist

You see them stretching on my arm, 

they creep the length of my legs.

Slashed across my stomach, 

crossing paths and meeting end. 

You know that they are there,

you know why there are there.

You have traced their borders, 

seen their shine and fall. 

Do you sense all of them?

Even the ones not even i see?

They rest inside me,

stirring with their wake.

They trampled my life,

left nothing to build from.

They sleep with anger,

They sleep with guilt,

They sleep with regret.

These are the scars.

Blood and skin. 

Stains that won't wash away,

Marks that brand me forever. 

To he who is not here,

     I sit at night with no one to call, no one to text, no one to think about. So for those who think they are lonely...i am too. Yah.. i have friends but for some reason, talking to a guy is always different. I talk to them EASIER. Ive never been shy to begin with but guys are more of my friends. To not have any guys to talk to ruins me. Damn,... now i sound like a 60 year old lady who's 7th ex-husband divorced her. Life can suck. Now is one of those times for me. I cant stand not being around friends. Maybe that is why i enjoy school and hate holidays (other than all the happy happy stuff). Maybe its just my insanity kicking in again but i hear the time clicking when the only clock i have is on my laptop.  

Here comes death, gonna pick up Johnny from the ditch. 

ajsdjfaoishdgioahdv. This reminds me. 

In all this time ive been here, 

have we even gotten near?

Near to the things we hold,

the ones close to our hearts. 

But now i found yours is cold,