She thinks she doesn't deserve love
Because of her past
Because of the few scars that she created
And the innumerable attacks on her skin she made
And though it's been three months
This becomes just a number
And no longer an accomplishment
Because, although she may not cut
She is still filled with self-hate
She feels as though she can't even say
That she was a cutter
Because she was careful and never went very far
She didn't even have a good reason to
Her pain is nothing compared to others
She feels like she can't have a boyfriend
Because she doesn't want anyone to have to deal
With everything that's wrong with her
She feels like she is weak and broken and useless
She is living mostly for others
But a little for herself
She comes so close to messing up
But every time somebody saves her
Or she saves herself
And she has no choice but to believe
That God wants her to live for one reason or another
And then her pastor says that whatever happened in her past
Does not define her, because her sins have been washed clear away
Because she is forgiven
So she is trying not to let her mistakes be who she IS
She is acknowledging that she is no longer the same person
She is wiser, if not stronger
So she does her best to help others through their struggles
Because no one should go through pain alone
And in time perhaps she will learn to no longer be ashamed of her scars
But to call them her beautiful scars
Because they show that SHE SURVIVED
Because they are scars not wounds
YOU ARE READING
Her Story
PoetryShe is a fighter. She is a slacker. She is beautiful. She is alone. She is loved. She is happy. She is hopeless. She is me and she is you. And this is her story
