Assessment

Fine tuning the points,
Re assessing who I am.

Where I came from.

What I'm going to do.

Who I want to be.

Looking back on notes made,
I see conflict and pain.

I didn't like the old me.
I didn't like the sense of hate.

It was always there.
Forever will be.

My past life,
Inflicted with hurt,
And personal destruction.
The scars can't,
They won't fade from my arms.

Here to stay.

A mistake on skin,
Grafts of covering.
Hiding what used to be,
Lines of black and red.
Crevasses of veins dying.

I was crying out for help,
Anything to save me.
But I couldn't accept it.

I never will be able to.

Seeing what I did to myself,
I know I need to start over.

Cleanse the wounds,
Refresh the mind.

Start a new life,
Without denying my past.