My Scars

by Anywhere But Here   Feb 27, 2012


I look at my arms.
The cuts and scars are healing.
I find myself questioning
why I ever began to cut,
because I realize that
it is pointless.
Sure,
I became addicted
very quickly
and it got to the point
where I began to
crave it,
hunger for it.
But at the end of the day,
where did it get me?
No where.
All I received out of it
was scars.
Ugly reminders of the life
I had lived
and suffered through.
But I realize that
they also show that I survived.
I didn't want to in the
beginning.
I would have given anything
to not be here.
But these scars are my battle wounds.
People may cringe,
stare,
or quickly look away
when they see them,
but to me,
they are so much more than
slowly fading marks.
They remind me that I am stronger
then I ever was,
that I believe I am.
They show I am alive.

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  • 12 years ago

    by L

    I'm glad to hear that. I also see from the poem that you were able to realize that is pointless. And I'm glad. I like the flow and the honesty of your words.

  • 12 years ago

    by Anywhere But Here

    Rohit Sapra-- Thank you :) I haven't done it in quite a while now, it's been tough, but I'm holding on.

  • 12 years ago

    by Rohit Sapra

    Please do not cut yourself ever again and the reason why I am saying this is because I have cut myself also, before. It pains a lot and the wounds remain forever, even though they fade with time.
    It is so nice that you have managed to survive from all the pain. Going through depressions is one of the hardest things.
    Try to do something creative, when the mind feels very depressed. It will help a lot.
    Your write well.

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