Scars
How did cutting become a coping skill?
I guess it releases pain that can kill.
I’ve filled my head with deadly thoughts,
Memories and insecurities make me distraught.
Mentally hurting and needing a distraction,
I cut and slice for some kind of reaction.
Maybe I’m just faking it for attention,
but then why am I filled with so much tension?
Here I go again slicing at my skin,
It seems in life I can never win.
I continue coping unhealthily,
I’m frustrated with myself completely.
This poem is about:
Me