Trophy Scars

Each line tells a story,
A story she would never
Want
Or be able to erase.
The story of a girl
Trying,
With valiant force,
To find her place
In this harrowed world.

This girl knew sometimes
The pain became so
Overwhelming,
And she, so weak,
hopeless,
Needing to feel,
Something, anything,
Other than this inner agony.
And there seemed no other way out.
Finding solace only
In sharp razors,
Box cutters, knives,
Slashing, tearing, ripping skin apart
Red warmth healing all
Emotional wounds.

Many years past,
Many scabs picked
Later,
Now healed,
This broken girl
Now “fixed”,
Carries arms covered
In white lined stories
Of her battles
Won ?
Lost?
Survived.