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scars II
By ColorMeToxic
She asked
me about my scars,
peeking from under my sleeve.
I told her they get whole lot worse,
than those which can be seen.
I told her physical is often better,
than permanent mental scarring
I've had my share of both of these,
I prefer the physical marring.
I'm still trying and failing,
at doing my best to heal.
My life might not be much,
but at least I can say I'm still here.
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© 2015 Beth Greene
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A former member wrote:
Beautifully written.
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A former member wrote:
Much strength can be gained from this poem. Depression is like a type of poison, it destroys ya from the inside out. You describe this feeling so well that I hurt for you. I know how far this goes, it's hard to exist sometimes. Please put up the fight, it's worth it. Oh by the way 10 beautiful poem.-Mrk
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On Friday, October 23, 2015, soul_versing
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wrote:
You're my hero. Every once in awhile, I glance down at mine... I'm so glad that I'm 'no longer' where I used to be. Everyday is a struggle, but that's where we gain our strength. ...hugs...
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On Thursday, October 22, 2015, rwb35
(64) wrote:
Wow. I feel the pain. I've got scars of my own, so I know how it is. Loved it
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