These marks on my arm are marks that I made
I felt so low that I cut with a blade
I defiled my body because of stress
This is my testament so now I must confess
Seeing these scars remind me that I was in a dark place
But now I have a big smile on my face
I was once broken
But now I am woken
I am a survivor & now I am free
I stood face to face with my demons, ready for a fight
I showed all them that I had too much might
I won the battle of good versus bad
I am still alive & I am no longer sad
These marks on my arm are marks of survival
I am victorious because now I have defeated my inner rivals
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Day By Day
PoezjaDay By Day is a series of compelling poems about redesigning, rebuilding & reclaiming your life from suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety & things in everyday life.