She runs fingers gently,
Over each and every scar,
Remembering the times,
She went a bit too far.

The simple thrill,
The emotion too,
Yes...she use to cut,
The Hurt...pain...it subdue.

Beautiful, has always been
both inside...and out
But life threw her betrayals
Agony, Suffering, Doubt

Her mind was always turning
And She Started to believe
The Ugly, Rude comments
Others seemed to perceive.

And malevolent males,
In their discontent
With Wanton, needy touches,
Added to her torment

So to ease her pain
She'd let it bleed away,
Alone in her suffering
With it...life did decay.

But someone...someone did care,
And reached out to the girl,
Saw her for what she was,
A being, a soul, a pearl

In the rough, so to speak
Needing to be directed
TO be consoled, built up
Because she felt..rejected.

And with consoling and time
Self she did believe in
Came to love the mind and soul
That lay within her skin.

And no longer does she seek
To slice...release...and bleed
Someone cared and showed it
And decided to interceded.

But - still those scars
they do always remind
Of a painful life before,
someone chose to be so kind