My scars never defined me
They symbolize my survival their what refined me
I'm not ashamed of my scars nor the places their in
I'm just glad I conquered demons that took up spaces within
I inflicted pain on myself because it made me feel
It assured me I wasn't invisible it made me feel real
With all the cuts and blood spilt it assured I was still hear
I wasn't scared of a Blade cutting helped me shed my fear
what could the world do to me that I hadn't done to myself
I'm supposed to be my safe place yet I had to run from myself
because I thought killing the demons ment drowning myself
See in the mist of killing them I was killing me
So maybe they won because I was doing it willingly
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Troubled Soul
PoetryPoetry is a gift, a way of expression for many hidden emotions.