Scars

These scars on my arms tell a story

They tell of a time of sorrow and loss

They tell of a time of fear

They tell of a time I lied to myself to say I was OK.

These scars I covered for so many years Tell of a time I said I was OK when I wasn't

They tell of a time I was down and couldn't find my way out

They're a sign of survival

They're apart of me they tell my story

The ugly marks are my beauty in life, and for that I am proud





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bugnikki said...
Oct. 1, 2013 at 2:53 pm
All I can say is i love this. I proud of you for stoping... Wish i could.
 
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