Some Dont Realize 

Words Cut Deep. 

Like Razor Blades 

On a Porcelain Wrist. 

Those who are hurting 

Cry out in agony. 

Wanting someone to stop the pain. 

Muffled screams 

Or so it seems. 

No one can hear 

or none really care. 

All of them see the scars 

but turn a blind eye.  

Involuntry. 

It's not because they want to.

It's not because its cool. 

It's the gaping holes left on the heart 

They cease to heal. 

The past and bad memories

perfectly scorched into the mind. 

Physically the scars will eventually fade. 

What once was will forever burn 

Once a person so happy and pure, 

Now a lost shadow in a sea of fog. 

Memories left on the heart

Never dimminish.