The marks on my skin
I don't hate them
I'm not sure if I love them
They remind me I'm alive
That I survived
That I was hurt
That I'm here
They look so beautiful
These scars,cuts,and marks are mine
They are a part of me
They are me
They show me how I can love the body I hate so much
The body,skin, and mind so easily scared
So painful yet beautiful
It leaves me lustful for more
Bloodlust
Thoughts run wild of what's next
New marks
More scars
The tear in my own skin
But
I stop
No more
The thoughts stop
I can't do them
I care for my loved ones more
More than the scars,cuts, and marks
I must not
I can't
Even if they caused them
They are more important then my marks
The original picture was not mine but
I edited it so that was my finally product, the whole poem was mine. This came from the heart and means something to me.
Thank you for reading it! More will come soon~
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ContoJust a bunch of random Poems, Short stories, and writings I came up with. Warning- a lot of dark and sad topics
