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 by Family Friend Poems October 2015 with permission of the author.
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Hi,
Thank you so much for your comment on my poem. It means alot to me that others who have gone on their own similar, difficult journeys can resonate with it and draw strength from it to know that we can overcome and win our battles. The journey isn't always easy, but we can get there. That was such an important message for me to share. Wishing you all the best!