Scars

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made when I was so low I cut with a blade to punish my body for being a mess.

Through here is my testament I must confess that seeing these scars left on my arms,legs and chest.

Makes me realise I was in a place of no rest I feel guilty inside for leaving this token now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see that I survived so much trauma and now I am free.

So I ask you now to stand with me and fight to show all these demons what they’re doing is not right.

You won the battle of good versus bad you are still alive and are no longer sad here on my arm lies a mark of survival I got through my hate and beat my self-rival