The green ribbon
The green ribbon I wear is bright,
Proud and stand-of-ish.
Though its meaning is not so bright
For it is rather dark,
The stigma around it is big, to big to conquer with a
Sword and horse,
As they do in fairy tales.
For life is not as fairy tales, and what I "proudly" wear isn't so proud.
For the scars I wear are scary,
Dark and unwanted-
Though they tell my story
Where i've been,
The battle I've fought.
The battle I will never win.Thin and dark,
Never to be forgotten, but forgotten enough to disappear.
Will they ever disappear to me?
If they're gone physically are they actually gone?
Without them I am not whole,
I'll forget all I've been through.
I need them, I need them to remind me
To show how proud I am for surviving
To show how ashamed I am for fighting this battle.Running my hand down feeling them. I feel cold, satisfied.
Wondering,
what if I lost my battle?
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Poetry For The Human Mind
PoetryA true look into a teenage girl's brain that is suffering, a girl that is not looking for help, but for someone to listen.