About the Poem
One day I was sitting at the train station and a girl about my ago sat down next to me. I carelessly looked over to her and noticed that her arms were scarred like I had never seen arms scarred before. Slashed and cut all the way up and down, scarred so deep. I had never seen this girl before in my life and yet I felt a strange sadness for her. I wanted to grab her and tell her that she was worth more than that. But who knows if she would have believed me.
Girl At The Train Station
|by Rachael Harris|
|you sit down next to me and I look down to your arms
they're scarred - so deep
10 times over
I imagine you alone in your room
crying and screaming
slashing at your wrists
your eyes look empty and like they haven't seen anything beautiful for a
look in the mirror
cover your scars, and look in the mirror
you're not so bad
this world is not so bad . . .