One year... I lasted one year
My scars are no longer there
Yet now they have returned
There hidden beneath the sleeves of my shirt and my pants
Swimming is no longer a choice
Hot days a bearable but barley
No one know no one sees
The marks I have left on me
Winter is now my favourite season again.
YOU ARE READING
Demons are real they live in our minds
PoetryPoems that I hope will speak to your soul not just your mind
