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Glance at my scars
On my
legs
arms
shoulders
and face
are scars
from me
that are hard to face
painfully watching
people stare
at my cuts
they proceed to glare
never understanding
how it is
to fight the urges
for one to just live
on my body
the scars we make
release the pain
that we must take
for life we will fight
these urges to cut
with people in the world
who think we're a nut
for the scars we use to
cover up and hide
no longer sheltering
that darker side
I wear my scars
for you to know
the pain inside
I cannot show
battle with it
day after day
so much inside
I cannot say
why can't you see
these scars of my pain
and understand
of all the shame
we cut from the past
we cut from the present
the future we hold
may not always be pleasent
but today we still hold on
for,
we are cutters...
I have a friend who is a cutter, who has tried to convey to me the depths of her pain, & why hurting herself seems to somehow help....your poem has given me a much deepere ability to understand, & to know a little better how to extend the compassion i feel for her....when I pray for her now, I will pray for you, too...
...you have an amazing way with words. God gave you this gift for reasons I believe you have yet to discover...
...please keep sharing...
~Anastazia~