Scars on my wrists don’t ache;
They remind me I felt the pain.
Scars on my wrists don’t ache,
And sometimes I want to turn it all back.
Just sometimes.
I know I would scratch them again.
I know I would like these feelings.
I know I’ll fall in love with pain
The next time, like more times before.
This point of no return.
Nobody told me what’s good for me.
Nobody noticed what I felt that time.
Like a girl with mousy hair,
I was alone and thought it was gone.
I was naive, I know; I was too young
To realize I’m nothing for them.
Since my childhood, I have brought all my pain
In my heart, which often aches.
Scars on my wrists don’t ache,
Just remind me who I am now.
Scars on my wrists don’t ache.
But my soul aches, and it drives me crazy.
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Author:
Li Yanmey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2025 04:49
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written for the challenge 100 days of poems on Tumblr.
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Comments2
Yes I can hear the pain in this poem and unlike wrists a soul is hard to scratch. Well written
Thank you!
Excellent write
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