Our ScarsScars fade, but never disappear completely. However, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Scars remind you of the battles you've fought, the trials you've faced and overcome. They show the world that you're human. You've struggled through life just as everyone else has at one point or another. You came out of the battle, not unscathed, but alive. You won the fight. If you hadn't, you'd still be bleeding. But you're not. You're wounds have healed and all that remains are little scars. But these scars aren't ugly. They're beautiful in their own way. They show your weaknesses that have or soon will become your strengths. Sure, they do stilll hurt somethimes, but that just proves that your wounds are slowly, but surely healing. The pain will lessen, it just takes time. Be patient. One day, perhaps you'll see yourself
Final MomentsStabbed in the chest.Throat cut deep and wide.Wrists bleeding out in puddles.Light changes in my fogged and teary eyes.The beating of my heart pounds against impossibility.Breathing slows to a rasping whisper.Arms going numb with blissful pain.Red blurs my vision of the world.The final pounding beat of a faint heart.The last breath of a slipping soul.Limp limbs find their resting places in pools of red.Darkness takes over once and for all.
Mirror MirrorWhen I try to see beauty,I never see me. Mirrors don't lie.It's people's words that make me cry.I've become someone else.I'm never myself.I'm fat and ugly.I'm never smugly.Anorexic?That's toxic, I'm already dyslexic. I don't need another problem,Or another disease.Bulimic?I'm not that pessimistic.Mirror Mirror On The Wall,Who's The Fairest Of Them All?Surely that's me.If it was, I'd be happy.Skinny?Don't lie.I look like a pie.Now tell me,No need to fret...I just want to know...Am I pretty yet?
ScarsYou say you've been scarred,Hurt for life,Stuck in pain,You can't be healed,But that's not true.You've been wounded,And wounds do hurt,Even more if you keep picking the scabs,But wounds heal,And a scar just marks where a wound once was.
Exactly the SameI wanted to be confidentI wanted to be strongI thought I was almost thereBut I guess I was wrongI am just as patheticAs I was back thenThose thoughts and feelingsThey're all here againI failed my missionI'm still so weakI still haven't foundWhat it is that I seekI can't believe itI thought I changed a lotI guess it was dumb to thinkAll those optimistic thoughts"Look at me now!" I thought,"Look at what I overcame!"But I was just fooling myselfI am exactly the same.
What Was the Point?I should feel happyI made it throughI should feel likeI'm starting anewBut for some reasonWhat it is, I know notI don't feel as excitedAs I had first thoughtSo what was the point?What did I gain?I resisted the urgesBut I still feel the sameYes, I did do itI did keep my goalSo why do I feel likeI'm still stuck in a hole?I still feel the fearI still feel the painAll of these feelingsThey all still remainSo what am I doing?I'm feeling so lostI made it a yearBut at what cost?