Scars on my Skin

Scars on my skin,

That I made with nails or a pin .

I did nothing wrong

They helped me stay strong,

My way to deal,

With the pain I would feel.

They say that it’s bad

But please don’t stay mad

I did it to help me

Why can’t you see?

These scars saved my life,

When it was filled with strife.

Please all my family,

If you could forgive me kindly,

I swear I’m not crazy,

It all just gets hazy,

When my eyes fill with tears,

And cries fill my ears,

These scars brought me back,

Before I could crack,

But who are you to judge me?

These scars helped save me.

So what, maybe I’m crazy,

Because it’s still a bit hazy.

But that’s not for you to judge

Because these scars still have their touch

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Note from Kimmie: as I have mentioned in the past I have a history of depression and self harm and I wrote this poem about my history with it. For the record I haven't cut since, I don't remember the exact time frame, but I haven't cut in 2014. So I am pretty proud of myself.