ScarsA Poem by David Burkebattle with lifeScars, Depression's favorite calling cards A constant reminder that life is hard They're who you were, not who you are Some come from cuts, mine were burns And every single one was earned A sort of punishment for every sin A temporary medicine It was the easiest way to kill my thoughts And all the pain that they had brought But one day I realized, I was a new man It was no longer easy to force my hand I dropped that life, and walked out the door Because it wasn't for me, no not anymore I'm no longer ashamed, I wear them with pride they're all on display, I have nothing to hide Because with every scar, and with every burn There comes a story, and a lesson I've learned So next time you see me, take a good look Lift up my arm, and read through my book
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Added on October 25, 2013Last Updated on October 25, 2013 Tags: scars AuthorDavid BurkeWinchester, VAAboutRecently started writing again, hoping to find myself again :) more..Writing
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