Scars

I look down at my thighs and wrists, and wonder where in life were the twists, I sit there, tears in my eyes. I stare at my wall , thing where it all went wrong. Tears being to flow they hit like a blow from an elbow. All the words they said, circling around in my head. I wish it was that easy to forget. If only the world wasn't so cruel, maybe we'd avoid all this dullness. Then i sit and think, "Why'd i do this?" Sometimes i forget life is not just some joyful bliss.