Cuts and Scars

Trace the scars,

To fit the pieces,

To tell my journey,

I don't need to say a word,

The scars and cuts are all leaving creases,

A silent scream,

To you a mystery,

They remind me of my flaws,

But also my triumphs,

For each was a problem,

That i've now over come,

All except that of my Self-harm.

This is my poem please comment what you think!