My Scars

by WintersAngel   Jan 5, 2013


The scars on my arms tell my story
My life's sadness and faded glory
They remind me everyday to hide
The pain that's buried deep inside
No one notices when I cry
They never ask the reason why
Mad, sad, happy, or glad
Every emotion to me can be bad

Sometimes the urge to cut just hits me

Why or how has never been clear
I know it can be hard to hear
I've tried so hard to stop
But it's harder to try to be someone I'm not
My scars stay hidden, inside and out
And without a doubt

There's always someone telling me I'm crazy.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Curtis Young

    Very good. I love it and can relate to it. Mainly the last part because I've tried and no matter what we/me do there's always that feeling when you do it and nothing else can relate to it

  • 11 years ago

    by crystaljean88

    I can feel the pain as i read this piece. you are very good at showing your pain in your work. 5/5 i can relate to this very much

  • 11 years ago

    by Shades of Gray

    This poem is really powerful and so relatable! Good write!
    ~Shades of Gray

  • 11 years ago

    by Treehugger

    I can relate to this as well I used to be a cutter as well. Very powerful piece. I love it. Every scar does tell a story.. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Daylight Lucidity

    This touched me because i can relate... I cut for a year and people thought the same of me... Great write, very nice job

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