Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry

Battle Scars

I look down to my shoes,

As they stare at me from afar.

They told me to tell my story for the whole world to hear.

How can I talk about my battle scars,

How I used to stay up for nights, just wishing for it all to end.

How do I tell them of all the times I was pushed around,

and all the times I have been put down by all their hateful words.

How can I talk about all the times I have hurt myself more than they have hurt me.

I liked the pain, my battles scars were visible

But now they are ghosts of my story, that I had to tell.

The battle scars will always be there as proof of what I have been through.

You might not see them anymore,

But I will forever know the story of every battle scar I have.