ScarsÂ
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I have scars in many parts of me
On my neck, hands, thighs, and stomach
Places where people can’t seeÂ
Is where I hold sadness inside meÂ
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It all started out in grade tenÂ
When I was so stressed for my examsÂ
Constantly searching for peace and zenÂ
Barely functioning as a humanÂ
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I remember my first cutÂ
Out of frustration about my weightÂ
Soul closed off, eyes shutÂ
I thought it would be my last but…Â
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Then I lived off the highÂ
Sorely addictedÂ
Soaring in the skyÂ
My, oh, myÂ
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It was pure ecstasyÂ
That feeling of seeing my blood
Pouring down through like a seaÂ
Why was then so beautiful, oh merry meÂ
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When the blade of joyÂ
Was finally taken awayÂ
Happiness turned coyÂ
And shied awayÂ
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I tried to kill someoneÂ
Who wasn’t quite meÂ
But still lived in my bodyÂ
And i couldn’t runÂ
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I’m not quite better nowÂ
But i have hopeÂ
I’ve seen the lowest downsÂ
So I ask myself howÂ
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How can I continue to live on
After having done so much to myselfÂ
But the part of me that liked it is goneÂ
And I’m ready for battle, guns drawn
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