My fingers trace these cold scars
And I remember the warmth beneath them..
My eyes absorb these pink scars
And I remember the red beneath them..
When will I see the day when
I'm not thinking of it, wanting it
Just to slow down my world, numb this pain?
When will I see the day when
I'm not afraid anymore to confess
Just spill all the poison bubbling beneath the surface?
Newo Enec
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-i-ever-see-the-day/
