Scars

Scars

My scars are prefect

Unique in every way

Paper thin lines that cross my wrists

Reminding me of my past;

Picture this

A little girl stands in her yard

Staring into the distance

Not thinking of anything

But smiling just because-

In the distance a dish breaks

A world crumbing; a life ending

Maybe both

Blood stains the tiles

With haunting memories;

A single note reads cremate what’s left

My scars are prefect

Unique in every way

Paper thin lines that cross my wrists

Reminding me of my past;

Picture this

Ten years old

Another house, not a home

Another place I don’t belong

A woman-not a mother

A man-not a father

Too many problems to cope with

A razor blade tainted red with blood

An escape from the world or a cry for help?

My scars are perfect

Unique in every way

Paper thin lines that cross my wrists

Reminding me of my past

Picture this

Twenty years old

A puke green room

Caged- locked in like an animal

Steel bars over tinted windows

Voices drifting in and out

Screams pleading for freedom

Closed out and forgotten

She only wants to die

My scars are perfect

Unique in everyway

Paper thin lines that cross my wrists

Reminding me of my past

Picture this

Freedom; light

The pain is all but gone

The memories begin to fade

As time slowly passes

Children laugh

They play and scream

A smile once again graces her face

Sunlight in a world of darkness

My scars are prefect

Unique in every way

Paper thin lines that cross my wrists

Reminding me that I am alive