The love, the hate, and the beautiful

My Battle Scars

Scars decorate my body all over.

you see them by mistake, and ask me why I decorate myself.

I don't expect you to understand.

But I answer anyway, saying that they are my battle scars.

You tell me that I haven't been in any battles or wars, so they can't be my battle scars.

But they are. Everyday, I'm at war with myself.

I'm at battle constantly. The war between life and death.

Day by day, death is winning.

I can't even feel anything anymore, so I cut instead, so I can at least feel something.

My scars aren't scars to me, they are my art.

How I express my feelings and my pain.

I don't expect you to understand. why would you.

you don't understand my pain.

you might say you do, but you don't. Nobody does.

You don't know what its like to be with someone and get so scared that they'll leave you.

or that they are cheating on you.

you don't know what its like to be in a house full of people, but feel so alone.

you don't know my pain, and you don't know me.

my scars are my battle scars, I will never give them up.

My battle continues on day by day. But now there is a victor.

Now I'm no longer in pain and suffering.

and my scars are gone.

but I will never forget those scars, for they will always be a part of me.

whether I'm living or dead.

A/N: Hey guys, I hoped you liked the first poem. I'm kind of new to writing poems, if you have any poem ideas, just let me know by messaging me. Don't forget to comment and vote! Love you guys.