My Scars Exposed #wattys2018
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  • Parts 68
  • Time 1h 19m
Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2014
Mature
"We've all got our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win when I'm paralyzed?"-Bring Me The Horizon
Poetry has been a big part of my life for a long time now. I express my feelings on these pages (screens?) because sometimes it's hard to talk. I write everyday so I can stay strong. These poems aren't just for me; they're for you, too. You're beautiful. You're loved. And you're not alone.
*Trigger Warning*
Poems I've written.
Memories of things I'd rather forget.
Scars on my skin.
Scars on my heart.
My demons.
Everything I've ever felt.
These poems describe my life.
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I'm lost. Broken. And nobody knows. I help people, and when you help people, you don't get help. I couldn't look at myself think how a mess I was. It was too late for me to be fixed. Nobody could help me. I was too deep in it for being saved. I had too many scars and thought. I already had a broken mind. When I tried to kill myself and failed at it, they brought me to a mental facility. There I meet other teens with different stories and each with their problems. The longer I'm here, the more stories I get the knowledge. We come together to tell our stories so that we can move on from what hurt us in the past and what waits for us in the future. We're all strangers, but we're all living in this messed-up place call life. So can we overcome our broken minds. -2014-