Karley Kay - Scars

Scars cover my arms, a silent reminder
Of the way I dealt with the past
What I faced in life
Loosing my real mom
Relationship problems
You name it,
It probably happened.

What I turned to
When I was hurting
Or depressed, or angry
Wasn’t food
I didn’t cry
What I did was worse
Much worse, sometimes.

Blood bubbled up to the surface
Of my scarred and bleeding skin
One dropp after another
Aching for release
Once all was spent
I lay down, satisfied
All pain was gone- for now.
Long sleeved shirts cover the scars
New ones over the old ones
I move with caution
My arms start to sting again
Sure, the pain was gone last night
But now it is back
When air hits my open wounds.

I tell myself it’s the last time
Yet everytime I’m stressed
Out comes the razor, again and again
You think I might have learned
But obvoisly not
I need a new outlet, to vent what I feel
And now I do and my scars slowly fade.

I used to turn to the razor for relief
Now I turn to my writing
Poetry, music, sometimes pictures
And those times I need relief
I now turn to music, the razor gone
Out of sight, out of mind.

Karley Kay

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