I Am... My Scars
I was happy growing up
My middle school years were horrible
A neverending nightmare
Wanting to wake up
I need comfort
Shake me and slap me
Hold me and
Yell at me to wake up
I want to hear your voice
So I know that I'm still conscious
Finally waking up, my vision's blurred
It's now my junior year
And I'm reliving the same nightmare
It's September, the school year's barely setting in
But my mind isn't
The constant spining of white
Bright lights
Silhouettes hovering over me, soft voices creeping into my ears
And then I see nothing
I woke up
Standing in front of a mirror
Staring at my skin
Red and scarred
Bandaged and cut
Brand new, fresh breathing scars staring back at my reflection
What have they done to me?
I ask myself
I close my eyes as they began to burn, blinking
Holding back the burning tears in my eyes
As I can't look at myself the same way anymore
Constantly asking myself why
But I know that this won't go away
Many nights consisted of many prayers
And cries for help and comfort
Comfort me, comfort my scars
Comfort the person who I've become
The negative and hopeless person that I've become