WARNING: TALKS OF SELF HARM AND DRUGS
I've been told that scars tell a story.
43 must tell a big story, but not of glory.
No, of a teenage girl going numb,
And the blade she would succumb.
She would feel too little or too much,
And imagine the touch,
Of happiness and love and calm waves.
But the one thing she always craves,
Are the scars and the drugs,
To numb up the bugs,
Hidden under her skin.
She can't always find the loving touch,
Or the caring voice so she uses a blade,
She chooses to use this to cover up her pain.
It's better to bear the scars,
Then break anything else.
She hides them with ease,
Not telling her parents.
What would they say,
If they found she was losing her battle?
In February, I started going numb. I couldn't find anything to help and I couldn't talk to my lover whenever I went numb. He had no phone, I couldn't do anything I thought. I picked up an eyebrow razor. More appeared after this poem. 54 now tell the battle I went with depression. I still hit the lows, but I have healthier ways to cope.
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Poems of a Teenager
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote to get feelings out. Most of these poems contain mentions of sexual assault, possible abuse and self harm. It is about my journey through my teenage years. I still have some more years to go. I update whenever I write a...
