Everyone questions it
Everyone stares
At the words written
On my wrist and on my jeans
They ask me why
I tell them it's boredom
But deep down it's something more
When there's a word on my skin
Or the fabric of my jeans
It means something to me
Weather it's the pain I feel
Put into song lyrics
a cry for help
To help me escape my spiraling sadness
Or it's a loving reminder
Something cheerful
A site of better days
I made a promise to someone dear
I would never forever scar my skin
So I take these temporary artistic scars
As my way of emotional release
When my mind spirals out of control
They keep me Sane
These scars may not be permanent
But they are no less meaningful to me
So I'll continue to create
To make beautiful words on my skin
Or my jeans
The artistic scars won't go away
If they do
Who knows what I might do....
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Thoughts of a Teenager
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, no promise on how often a new one will be added. But feel free to leave feedback or even poems of your own, if you want your poem here aswell, just message me and we can discuss how to get it here!!!! Enjoy my Warriors...
