The scar on my hip,
The heart on my sleeve
The lines on my wrist,
Oh Lord, what has become of me?
I have done many things,
So many that I regret.
I tear myself down,
No such thing as forgive and forget.
As if I have nothing better to do,
I sit here pondering what it is that I have not done,
The things that I will never accomplish,
That person I can never possibly become.
I wish that there was something I could do,
To make you believe that I can become better.
I'll show you my wrists every day,
I'll keep them up the sleeves of my sweater.
These scars were never meant to be discovered.
They were never meant to hurt any one but me.
I think about how selfish I was,
I shouldn't have taken these things so lightly.
I want so bad to make a change.
It's time for action.
To be more than I am.
To improve myself if only by a fraction.
I will be better.
I will succeed.
I will be who I am.
I will be me.
These scars will not hold me back.
They will help me to move forward.
To help others through life.
To be a lighthouse to guide them shoreward.
I will save a life.
If not my own.
I will make a difference.
And that difference will be shown!
Note: I must say I went through some tough times but I am thankful for those. It has made it so that I may empathize with others going through similar things and help them. This poem was kinda inspired by that...
Wow.. this was full of pain and confusion.. it was a very good write. This is the type of poem that gives me goosebumps.. to think that people are going through such pain.. pain that myself and many others have been through. But, it is possible to escape and get out of that horrible, harmful world.. that is often created by ourselves.
Very good write.