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'm free

I won the battle of good versus bad

I'm still alive and no longer sad

Here on my arm lies a mark of survival

I got through the hate with my self- rival