I have never cut myself
but I have invisible scars~
hidden wounds on my heart.
I hurt myself when
someone hurts me by
letting it sting my soul.
But I do not deserve pain,
I was the victim not
the abuser nor neglecter.
When I realize this is when
the lesions begin to close
and my scars truly disappear.
Jessy, that which is invisible remains invisible and no doubt
it got to go, read this poem again you will understand more.
good luck.