Scars
I have scars in many parts of me
On my neck, hands, thighs, and stomach
Places where people can’t see
Is where I hold sadness inside me
It all started out in grade ten
When I was so stressed for my exams
Constantly searching for peace and zen
Barely functioning as a human
I remember my first cut
Out of frustration about my weight
Soul closed off, eyes shut
I thought it would be my last but…
Then I lived off the high
Sorely addicted
Soaring in the sky
My, oh, my
It was pure ecstasy
That feeling of seeing my blood
Pouring down through like a sea
Why was then so beautiful, oh merry me
When the blade of joy
Was finally taken away
Happiness turned coy
And shied away
I tried to kill someone
Who wasn’t quite me
But still lived in my body
And i couldn’t run
I’m not quite better now
But i have hope
I’ve seen the lowest downs
So I ask myself how
How can I continue to live on
After having done so much to myself
But the part of me that liked it is gone
And I’m ready for battle, guns drawn
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