Scars
Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...
That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.
But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,
To show all these demons what they're doing is not right.
You won the battle of good versus bad.
You are still alive and are no longer sad.
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.
I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.
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I absolutely admire your poem. I can relate to it so much. It's like someone knows what I'm going through and I can feel their pain. It's just an amazing poem that can reach out to so many people. It touched my heart and made me realize that I should give life a try instead of giving up and losing the battle. It made me feel like I'm a strong person that I've gotten this far and am still fighting through it.
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