Scars

Remember those?

Harsh words you spoke.

They're now.

On my arm and wrist.

All those cuts.

All the scars.

The words you call me.

Fat, ugly, attention seeker.

Those words still remain.

Not towards me.

Not on me.

On you.

You spoke.

I wrote.

Reviews

[Draven]

I have been so broken, always bleeding, and in that pain I have hurt so many others, broken so many hearts, left so many scars. I know that this poem is how I have made them all feel.

[carol burgess romance]

writing is a healer cutting is a bleeder...keep writing and heal with your words

[StayStronglilButterfly]

Thank you for your support! Writing is my passion.