THE ARMS OF SCARS

You see scares and I see memories of all the times I was left alone 

you see long selves and I see protection from the outside world who doesn't take the time to understand

you see blood and I see tears from my skin that screams from every cut I lay upon my arm because life decided to hurt me 

you think I have a problem and I see myself crying at the thought of people knowing the real me 

as its so easy to cover it all up

wishing I had nothing to hide 

You tell me to stop but I created a relationship with a razer who was there when you weren't 

you tell me things will get better but i soon run out of skin as i continue to remind myself that it's not 

I think the razer becomes me because the thought of stopping 

makes me miss the pain as if it was something keeping me alive 

You feel sorry for me but all i can say is that I'm fine with a smile hopping you would walk away 

like everything else in my life trying to find a exit when I'm trying to find a entrance to myself 

you'll  quick to save me but then take forever to take the time to be there 

my emotions become heavy as i cut deeper seeing the muscle of my arm 

like it's supposes to set me free from depression as i  seat in it waiting for

someone to have the strength to get me out or do I want to get out 

i become confused as i reach for anything that will take my mind off everyday bullshit 

spinning out of control in the hands of the devil because he was the one who welcomed me with open arms 

i send pictures showing my scares wanting sympathy

 someone to love me with the destruction i made about myself because no one guided me 

only me guided myself 

in a world that is eating me up alive

you see a row of cuts of all sizes and i see myself cutting each and everyone of them 

i see myself hurting myself as i rip my delicate 

skin on a sharp razer of hell 

as the razer rust from my tears of desperate 

you see me cutting myself and i see the last thing i have to reach for

  then a grave 

Comments

powerful.imani

this poem is dedicated to my friend Kimbo. 

I wrote this to put my feet in the shoes of a person who have arms of scares and i explained the deep emotional feeling on what it means .I might not cut myself but i do take the time to listen to what anyone has to say and i never judge because i go though my own suicide thoughts .I used what i see and what people tell me and make it into something that could be a voice for millions i hope you enjoy it and i might be young but my words our powerful and hopefully it impacted someone life

Please check out more of my poetry 

Ayo_Kimbo_Estrada

So much meaning. You got what I go through right.. I loved it. Thank You Imani

powerful.imani

You are so welcome and i just wanted to show you  that i listen and i care .

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