Look at my body.
Look at my scars.
You see them?
Do you think there are too many?
Well, I can tell you,
it’s about less than 1% of the scars that are inside.
You don’t believe?
Ofcourse not, because you won’t.
You won’t believe that I have a terrible life.
But look at my body.
Look at my scars.
You see them?
Do you think there are too many?
Well, I can tell you,
they are uncountable.
Try to count them.
You can’t?
Ofcourse not,
because there are too many of them.
How much you ask?
I don’t know, maybe 300,
maybe 400, 500, 600 or 700.
Nobody will ever know,
but those scars will always stay.
Poem written by myself. Directly posted when it was finished.
4 comments
That was a beautiful, yet sad poem about self harm. *hug*
Thanks Dave_N, I guess it was already in my head and when I wanted to write something here in a post, it all came out and ended it this poem 🙂 I always think you give very good comments, to everybody. I really appreciate that. I thought it needed to be said 😉 Thanks Dave_N, *HUG*
Awww, thank you Engeltje. That was very kind of you. It’s nice to know that me being here is helping a little. I still don’t fully understand cutting, but I have cut myself many times accidentally and I know what it feels like. I hope one day you can find the strength to put down your knife and love yourself again. *hug*
You’re welcome, Dave_N. And I think that everybody that is here helps anyone in some way. This site helps so many people, and that’s all because of the people that are on this site (and the webmasters and stuff to make the site, but you know what I mean 😉 ). And yes, one day I’ll stop, one day I’ll have the strength to stop, one day when I’m better. But for now it seems so far away…
You know, people always say that it’s my choice that I cut, but really, it isn’t. IF it was my choice, I would definitelly cut less or stop. They just don’t understand that it’s an addiction. I just have to conquer that addiction, but as you maybe know, an addiction is really hard to conquer. I think it just needs time…