Short Sleeves

Once, I thought

I had no choice

But my innermost feeling to hide

But now I know

That given room to grow

I can wear my scars with pride


Another Notch

A
little
nick
here

A
little
cut
there

It
doesn’t
hurt
anymore

Not
that
I’d
care…

(Originally Posted 19.09.2019)

Long Sleeves All Year Round

You can work through your issues

Until they’re no longer discernable

But it’s important to remember

Not all the results are reversible


The Sting

If
I had
never
gone
down
this
path

It
wouldn’t
hurt
so
much
in the
bath

(Originally Posted 19.08.2020)

Seared

I guess

That is

The thing

With scars

They remain

In place

Forever

A showcase

Of the body’s

Memoirs

All those links

It cannot sever


No Way Back

To carry
on living
is proving
too hard

With my mind
and my body
so irrevocably
scarred

(Originally Posted 29.07.2019)

‘I Keep Mine Hidden’

Cuts that were made

Long ago

Given time do

Eventually heal

But their scars

Will remain

To remind you

Of the pain

You couldn’t reveal


No Sharps Please

The
cut
on
my
wrist

Has
now
healed

As
I was
told
not
to
pick
it

The
delicate
skin

Is
now
sealed

So
I will
try
not
to
nick
it

Again

(Originally Posted 02.07.2020)

A Healthy Slice

Upon my skin

Those scars abound

A better release

I’ve never found


Precision

Just be
careful
not to
slip

Not one
ounce of
blood to
drip

For you
do not want
them to
see

Just how
messed
up you
can be

(Originally Posted 27.04.2020)

Elastic Bands

I try far less

Nowadays

And for that I am glad

For there’s only so many

Scars I can bear

And so many stitches

To be had


Hiding The Knives

No amount
of blood,
sweat and
tears

Will ever
be enough
to assuage
these fears

Believe
me

I’ve
tried

(Originally Posted 21.03.2020)

Invisible Injuries

Death leaves
scars on the
hearts of
the living.

Unstitchable
wounds
destined to
irritate those
forced to
bear them,
forever.

(Originally Posted 13.5.2019)

Cutting

I scythe these words

Across the page

To allow my pain to flow

I find it leaves

Much less of a scar

Than other ways I know

Scabs

Picking at these circles

All itchy, bloody and raw

Wondering why

The fuck am I

Doing this shit again for

No Sharps Please

The
cut
on
my
wrist

Has
now
healed

As
I was
told
not
to
pick
it

The
delicate
skin

Is
now
sealed

So
I’ll
try
not
to
nick
it

Again

The Transaction

Give it to me hard

Give it to me rough

I honestly won’t mind

If you act a little tough

Squeeze me a little too tightly

Pinch me a little too hard

I just want to feel something

That doesn’t leave me scarred

Relief

As I
open
up my
scars

The
blood
flows
once
more

As I
begin
to see
stars

I fall,
sated,
to the
floor

Healing

Some
days

You are
so close
to me

Some
days

You
are so
far

Some
day

I’ll have
nothing to
remind me

Other than
this scar

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