Standing in the shower
Skin turning redder
I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins
Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight
The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me
I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
it is sad but very true, the real scars are in the head, if you need someone to talk to im here for you
your scars are what make you who you are. They are the words that tell your story, and therefor they are beutiful
also scarily and sadly accurate and this is a beautifully , truthfully written piece of honest, from the heart poetry
Thank you I was trying to convey how I felt at the time I was writing this.
I bow to you're poetry mastery *bows*. This poem is many things for me but the one that stands out is how closely it relates my unspoken thoughts and feelings. I face my scars every day. Whether they are hidden by long sleeves and jackets or if they're exposed to the air and water. Beautifully written, especially since it hits home for some of us. Thank you *bows*
Sad but true, I can relate exactly to this poem. </3
My friend, that was the most depressing thing I've read all day. Also, it hit the closest to home for me. Good job. You yourself can determine in the rest of it is a compliment or not. The real question is who wielded the blade that split your soul?
I suppose, in the end, it was I who wielded it. My trust of people and insufficient ability to express emotions, except through writing, have led to most of the difficulties in my life.