tw: this like whole thing is about self harm, well mainly scars but yeah. just like if you are like sensitive to that then you might wanna skip out on this one.
i hate my skin
for what it carries,
for the memories carved into it
like a diary i can never burn.
it wasn't supposed to be like this.
just a release,
just a way to stop the storm inside—
but i went too deep,
too often,
and now the scars refuse to leave me.
they mock me in the mirror,
pale, raised lines
that scream louder than i ever could.
they'll never go away.
never.
and now my body is a secret,
wrapped in sleeves even in the dead of summer,
hidden from beaches, from sunlight,
from anything that might expose
what i've done to myself.
and if they see—
if anyone sees—
their eyes will turn sharp,
piercing like the blade i thought i could control.
they'll look at me like i'm broken,
like i'm dangerous,
like i'm some wounded thing
they want to pity
but never touch.
where were they
when the cracks started showing?
where were they
when my world collapsed in on itself?
they did nothing.
they said nothing.
but now they'll whisper behind my back,
now they'll care
about scars that can't be undone,
as if their concern is some kind of bandage
i should be grateful for.
but there's no fixing this.
no undoing.
no going back to a body that was whole.
my skin is a graveyard,
a map of every battle i lost.
and the worst part is knowing
it's all mine.
mine to carry.
mine to hate.
mine, forever.
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poems
Poesiepoems i've written. i recommend reading from the bottom of the parts and working up to the first one. i promise they get better and more lengthy. the first few poems are rhyme schemes, the rest are free verse peoms. please don't take without credits...
