Scars

Myn is from surgery

not suiside

it goes across my troat

i was only 7 months old

Sam has them to 

she put them there

shed cut all the time

i told her to stop

id lay my hand on her cuts

hold them

she wouldnt stop

but she did

she said no one cared

she was ugly

she looked like a boy

i told her somthing

i told her i cared 

she was buitiful

she was a girl 

she didnt look like a guy

i told her somthing 

i told her i loved her

now there just scars

This poem is about: 
Me
Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741