l m May 2014

Your scars arent beautiful,
theres no beauty in hurting yourself
no beauty in blades
no beauty in throwing up your food
no beauty in mascara running from your eyes at 2 am
no beauty in eyes that are dead
nobody will kiss your scars
i'm sorry for that.

Chris Jun 2015

I find so much beauty
In imperfections

Chipped dinner plates

Peeling paint

Squeaky steps on stairs

Scars and broken hearts

Imperfections are honest and real
They tell stories without words

They remind me I am not alone.

Audrey Aug 2012

My temple is covered in scars
Each scar telling a story
Though most of them are gory
None is more so than ours

The largest scar holds the key
To the reasons all the others be
No one but the two of us knows
How the true story goes

And so I covered the temple with scars
Attempting to hide the true tale
Then locked myself behind these bars
In the end to no avail.

am Dec 2013

but the scars
on your arms
aren't as bad
as the screams
in your head

Legion Apr 2014

When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.

Frank Ruland Sep 2014

                                                       ­                                                         happier ­                                                                 ­                                 horizons
                        destiny,                                ­                                          
                      ­               depraved
                                                        ­                             shooting
                                                        ­                      stars
                                     ­                      mending         
                          ­                                    scars

We can all mend our wounds if we look to a brighter horizon
Javaria Waseem Nov 2014

The world spun a bit too fast maybe
that the lipstick marks turned into cigarette scars.

Snowflake Dec 2014

Some say that time doesn't heal
but some say
they do some magic trick
and disappear
but deep down inside, the scars are still here
you might be hurt
but you are still you
and that is even truer than true

Wanderer May 2014

The heat in the room is smoldering
sweat beads on my forehead
and the fan can't keep up with the rising heat of summer
Her arms are still covered though
and i start to wonder
Who hurt her so bad?
So bad that tears weren't enough
that only a blade could make her feel
Human again
So bad that the pain couldn't all be held in one place
So bad that the scars on the inside had to reveal themselves
to the outside worls

Audrey Maday Jan 2015

Scars on my heart
Scars on my hips
I think I'll die
With your name on my lips.

tmh Dec 2014

the scars will f
but the                   e
sadness s

Ky Blackstar Jul 2014

I'm covered in scars
Scars from the blade
Scars from climbing
Scars from reaching the top of the bridge
Scars from falling
But I am still here...and so are my scars

Clindballe Jul 2014

They say that people leave scars but what if the wound never heals and you bleed to death.

Written: July 22. - 2014
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