poem

standing Still
in Front of the mirror
old Scars
newer Cuts
markings that Remind me
of where I have Been
of where I Can Be
of where I am
Razor Blade resting
on the counter in front of me
Will i
or Won't i?
these are the Questions
running through my Mind
a Simple yes or no would suffice
or would it?
would the Emotions facing me
Express themselves
or is this the Only way
can i even Cry?
crying:
Strength or Weakness?
cutting:
Coping or Crazy?






I don't feel like this poem has an ending but that is all I got...

oh well

Emmy R.