Why do you judge me so easily,
every scar on my body is a story,
it's a proof of my battles,
I fight everyday,
every hour,
every minute,
every second,
it's the same wounds that you inflicted,
on my heart,
make their way to my skin,
to the red lines that I adorn,
with shame,
Ugly..
isn't that's what you think I am,
your words make me numb,
those little red lines,
make me feel,
even if it's just hurt...
YOU ARE READING
Amateur poems
Poetry'I walk alone with bruises and scars, some over my body and some inside of me' TRIGGER ALERT!! Do not read if you get easily disturbed with topics like racism, rape, depression, sucide and death.. *Winner of Equestrian awards!! *2nd place in the BLO...
