Scars t
They line
The crooks of my arms
All up
And down
My thighs
My stomach
Was not sparred at war
It too
Has battle wounds
The jagged lines
And choppy words
Consume vacant skin
But the thing
About scars is
They arent your friend
Though they provide relief
You are conceiving a misconception
The pain you inflict on yourself
You inflict on others too
People care, my love
They care for you
You have to understand
Oh, please
Please
Understand
The scars
Do NOT
Define you
Yes, they stay for
Quite a while
And the questions do
As well
But its okay!
My dear
My darling
Im here
~Margaret Ann Plizga 👑
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COMMENT AND VOTE MY LOVES
I LOVE YOU MUNCKINS
YOU CAN DO IT
I BELIEVE IN YOU
I KNOW ITS HARD
I LOVE YOU THOUGH
LOTS OF LOVE
Margaret 😍😍😍😍
YOU ARE READING
Lovely poetry About Depression
PoetryThis is a little bit inside the mind of a survivor tell me about your story i want to hear it all lots of love margaret
