Here on my arm lies a mark that I made
When I was so low that I cut with a blade.
I did it to punish myself for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, here I confess.
Seeing the scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realize I wasn't in a place of rest.
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token,
Now I'll see it and remember how I was so broken.
But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
So I put a smile on my face
And show my demons that I'm not a disgrace.
I won the battle of good versus bad,
I'm still alive and not very sad.
Here on my body are marks of survival.
I got through my hate and beat my inner rival.
