Within my body
marked on my arms
Lies these dark lines
That are called scars

I did it once
And thought I'd stop
But then I kept going
And couldn't get enough

My mother cries
In agony and pain
But I just layed there
Bleeding in shame

I go to the hospital
So I can get help
At first it was helping
But now it won't work

A few years has passed
Im going through therapy
Most of my scars have faded
But I still have the memories

Today I am happy
And I am in love
With myself even more
Than ever before

I'm sharing my story
My life and my past
My scars are healing
But my soul is healed


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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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