Running deep and jagged
Leaving a pale mark against the flesh
We're told we need to hide our shame
Hide the scars of mistakes
Of choices seen as beneath others
I will not hide my scars
They are not who I am
But they speak of who I was
They show that when I was at my lowest
I overcame the darkness
I pulled myself from it
They say you should wear sleeves
You don't want to be judged for your past
They'll whisper of your shame
"I can't believe they would so something like that"
"That's selfish, what's wrong with them"
I'll scream of theirs
"Did you offer any help?"
"Where were you when needed most?"
"You have no place to judge me when you did nothing to help me"
I will not wear sleeves.
I will not hide my supposed shame.
I will wear my scars as a testament to my past.
They are a symbol of weakness that I fought.
They are a symbol of weakness overcome.
They are a reminder that you can fight the darkness and come out on top.
Just keep fighting.
Your scars will show how hard you tried.
It's been a long time since I've written a free verse..
This is just another piece of vent work.
A personal fact:
I used to cut.
I still do when I can't see the light.
I try very hard to fight it.
And I will never be ashamed of the choices I make.
Neither should you.
Leaving a pale mark against the flesh
We're told we need to hide our shame
Hide the scars of mistakes
Of choices seen as beneath others
I will not hide my scars
They are not who I am
But they speak of who I was
They show that when I was at my lowest
I overcame the darkness
I pulled myself from it
They say you should wear sleeves
You don't want to be judged for your past
They'll whisper of your shame
"I can't believe they would so something like that"
"That's selfish, what's wrong with them"
I'll scream of theirs
"Did you offer any help?"
"Where were you when needed most?"
"You have no place to judge me when you did nothing to help me"
I will not wear sleeves.
I will not hide my supposed shame.
I will wear my scars as a testament to my past.
They are a symbol of weakness that I fought.
They are a symbol of weakness overcome.
They are a reminder that you can fight the darkness and come out on top.
Just keep fighting.
Your scars will show how hard you tried.
It's been a long time since I've written a free verse..
This is just another piece of vent work.
A personal fact:
I used to cut.
I still do when I can't see the light.
I try very hard to fight it.
And I will never be ashamed of the choices I make.
Neither should you.
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