Scars

On good days, I hate to see them on my wrist.

I glance away and clench my fist.

Why would I ever want to do it, anyway.

My friends say they don't want me to go away.

The bad days come around and I no longer turn my head.

The bad days come around and I forget everything my friends had said.

I stare at the white lines on my wrist longingly.

I sit there wonder why did I have to be born me?

The scars on my wrist are a sign of a battle that I have been through.

The scars remind me of a place that I don't want to go to.

As I am sitting here now, I stare at each mark.

I think about it more as my mind slips away slowly into the dark.

Reviews

[KSKhoury]

You were created for a reason, and that is to struggle and overcome your problems, you are special, and loved

[♋ Iris ♋]

thank you. its always great to hear that.

[Aurora Dawn]

This is what I go through when I see my scars, I can relate. Keep writin, you're talented.

[♋ Iris ♋]

*bows* well thank you very much. Thank for the comment :D

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I'm the same way. Seeing them on a good day is horrid...and bad days I either feel even worse out of guilt or...want more...and sadly it's been the second more often lately...this was a good write Jessy Jes, me gusta

[♋ Iris ♋]

Thanks for the comment bro. glad ya liked it and can relate :D

[Elizabeth Kerns]

I love this poem incredibly much. It is exactly what I feel whenever I see my scars. Keep writing.

[♋ Iris ♋]

Thanks for the comment and I am glad that you like it. :D