The Murder of my Heart

by Erica
(Worthington, Ohio)

I look at my arms and see the scars,
it makes me my own shining star.

The count-down starts,
when the time comes it hits like darts.

You'll never know what hides underneath,
for beauty is only skin deep.

Behind my face of guilt, of pain,
are years of hurt and loss to remain.

Then I say good-bye to my heart,
for I have felt the final dart.