Scars

This is just a small writing that I posted on facebook and so many other people was able to relate too. It isn't anything that is special its just more about the scars of life..

Scars-

Scars tell stories that no one else knows but those that have them, They may not always be good or happy stories but none the less they tell stories..

My Scars-

I have learned to hide my scars deep within myself. My scars tell stories of hardships, I have suffered. My scars tell the truth about my past. Scars tells about my suicide attempts, My heartbreaks, My failed attempts in life. Scars tells the story of a person no one knows but me. 

Suicide- 

I have suffered many different emotional trials in life. When challenged with an emotional trial I tend to turn to suicide. Trying to take your own life isn't a joke like some think it is. To come to terms with myself of what I am doing and why makes me look for the quick get away. The deeper I cut the better I feel. I feel as if it will all be over soon. While looking to take to easy way out I view my life in a worse case scenario. As the blood drips from my wrist I see there's more to life then the dark side of hell. 

Crazy outburst-

Its hard to figure out where my mind is sometimes. Some times I want to cry, to scream, to laugh all with out reason. Its hard for me to come with the terms of things i have done instead of things i should have done. 

Failed attempts-

In life I am a fighter, I tend to try harder than most. As a kid I wanted to be a cop, Ended up a felon. I wanted to be a rockstar, I can't sing. I wanted to be rich, I live paycheck to paycheck. I tend to want more than I myself can make happen. 

Heartbreaks- 

I am a person who lives and strives off emotions and physical affection.  I have been lied too, cheated on, stolen from and betrayed in my past love life. I love in a relationship that started in vain. I tend to try for something that will never be. Its hard to convince heart to move forward even when I know its best. 

Being Gay- 

I realized I was gay when I was 12 years old. I kept it a secret till I was 14 then ran away from home so my family would never know. I had a dream of being a good husband to a good wife but knew that would never be. I was into men and it was hard for myself to come to terms with that. We live in a world today that hates on everyone for anything. Being gay is a dangerous lifestyle, Gays get murdered for smiling, Beat for caring. I want to make it clear its not a choice. 

My closing statement. 

I live my life today with no regrets. My scars remind me that my past is real and I have survived through so much pain. My scars are like lifes little trophies to show what I have been through. Scars made me who I am and taught me what I know. In my own special way I feel I am stronger and a better person. As I continue to hide my scars, I still know they are there, and that my scars are part of me, who i am, and who I will be. 

Author's Note

This isnt a poem is more of a note i guess. I just want people to know none of us are alone please comment like and share..

Reviews

[Cody Williams]

No this is not a poem David. It's a really good "note" as you called it. Thanks for sharing it!

-CW