Do You? Poem by Billie Jo Jessie

Do you want to see my scars?
Know my past?
Tell you what it all means
Though you helped get me there?

Do you want to know why
I hurt myself like this?
Do you want me to retell
Every scarring moment of what was done? ?

Do you want to know why I'm depressed?
I have been asked questions
Very much like these, but
They are asking me. Let me tell you.

I have my scars from an abusive stepmom
Whose beating and yelling
And gun-pointing at my sisters and i
Was relentless.

I have my scars from everyone
Who has yelled at me
Horrible things,
And they wish i would end it all.

I have my scars from me
Hating myself since the young age of 4
When my mother couldn't take it anymore
And left me Screaming, 'mom, come back' as she walked out the door

Now you know why
I am so depressed
And where my PTSD
Came from.

Now do you want to know why
My mother left me?
Why my father and mother hate me so?
Do you? ?