Scars

This is a poem about my Self-injury. (this was when I was in remission, which I’m not anymore)

 Scars

My scars are everywhere

left and right

big and small

Their marks to show my fight

 

To show my fright

Of  S.I.

Of which

I almost died

 

They tell a story

From which I cut

it into my skin

and kept my mouth shut

 

I’d watch them bleed

let them flow

I kept it a secret

Know one would knows

 

Until one day

I’d cut to deep

I ended up in the ER

 With a rapid heart beat

 

Today the scars are part of me

And this goes to show

I could have died that night

So let someone know