The Scars

May 24, 2012
By Anonymous

Even though I shared my heart,
you took it for your own.
felt no remorse inside of you,
when you would hear me moan.

When I would kneel by, you'd watch me pray,
My heart out on my sleeve.
"Dear God, please save me from myself",
my deeds hard to believe.

My arms were filled with cuts and scars,
not a smile to be found.
My life was slipping past my eyes,
without making a sound.

Even when the skies were blue,
my world still seemed so dark.
clutched by the things I longed to hate,
why is the choice so stark?

The rope, the knife, the gun in my hand,
My end was quickly coming.
no one could save me from myself,
besides.... how unbecoming....

The author's comments:
I've gone through hard things, but nothing as hard as battling my depression. I hope this allows you a small peek into my world, and I hope you like it.

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This article has 3 comments.

on Jul. 22 2012 at 1:56 am
forsaken_sadness BRONZE, Gresham, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
“Sometimes, the smallest things take up the biggest parts of our hearts” –Winnie the Pooh

Thank you! that means a lot to me :)

on Jul. 20 2012 at 11:42 am
allaboutmylife PLATINUM, Miami, Florida
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this poem has such a tangible sense of sadness, hopelesness, and darkness though it has a beuty and fluidity that is so amazing!i love this poem!

on Jul. 17 2012 at 2:36 pm
Ashleyy1213 GOLD, CHICAGO, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Life is the art of drawling, without an eraser.

im right with cha! it was beautiful. keep writing.


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