Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...
That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.
But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,
To show all these demons what they're doing is not right.
You won the battle of good versus bad.
You are still alive and are no longer sad.
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.
I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.
Poem About Winning The Battle Over Self-Harm
Hi, thanks for sharing your story. It means a lot for you to share! I have self-harmed 5 times trying to relieve the pain that I was feeling every day between me being bullied and going...
Scars
Published: October 2015
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Hi Shia,
Thank you so much for your comment on my poem. I really appreciate you sharing your story with me and am glad you could relate to my poem. You should be really proud of yourself for the battle you've been fighting. I'm so pleased to hear you have supportive friends around you and a really wonderful job that you do that helps so many people. Keep on fighting - you've got this! Wishing you all the best with everything!