I never looked at my scars
Or tried to find them
I never checked the healing
I just let them fade
Almost like they were never
even meant to be there
Purposely put there
fastly forgotten
I've only just looked
I can see them as
I've just cut them
Little beads of red
Camouflaged into my skin
as scars
Little lines of rage
I promise you i was confused
And now im a little over 3 years clean
But that doesn't mean that even though
All this time has just flown by
That im completely whole inside
Urges exist
And so do the rest
But im better and coping inside this shell
My tiny little world
Finally at rest
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
I never looked at my scars
Or tried to find them
I never checked the healing
I just let them fade
Almost like they were never
even meant to be there
Purposely put there
fastly forgotten
I've only just looked
I can see them as
I've just cut them
Little beads of red
Camouflaged into my skin
as scars
Little lines of rage
I promise you i was confused
And now im a little over 3 years clean
But that doesn't mean that even though
All this time has just flown by
That im completely whole inside
Urges exist
And so do the rest
But im better and coping inside this shell
My tiny little world
Finally at rest
Finally im clean
Finally i can breathe
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