You drew stars around my scars
a sentence I wish I could tell someone
a sentence I wish someone would make true.
How I wish to look at my arms without disgust,
how I wish you would cover my pain
with something beautiful to look at,
taking the focus away from the horror I try to hide,
so I can look at myself in the mirror again
without having to see what I have done.
I wish for that sad but peaceful feeling
that comes up when the pen starts tracing my scars,
turning the red and white lines into flower fields
that seem to heal a part of me.
I wish for someone that doesn’t look at me
like I might fall apart,
even if it’s the reality.
I want them to notice and to care,
but still treat me the same.
Not something that needs to be repaired,
someone to take notice
without making a scene,
without making me look like a broken piece
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 4:24 PM UTC
You drew stars around my scars
a sentence I wish I could tell someone
a sentence I wish someone would make true.
How I wish to look at my arms without disgust,
how I wish you would cover my pain
with something beautiful to look at,
taking the focus away from the horror I try to hide,
so I can look at myself in the mirror again
without having to see what I have done.
I wish for that sad but peaceful feeling
that comes up when the pen starts tracing my scars,
turning the red and white lines into flower fields
that seem to heal a part of me.
I wish for someone that doesn’t look at me
like I might fall apart,
even if it’s the reality.
I want them to notice and to care,
but still treat me the same.
Not something that needs to be repaired,
someone to take notice
without making a scene,
without making me look like a broken piece