Scars Poem by cassie slaughter

Scars



Every day I wake up
And look down at my arm
Just to see all the scars
That's when all the memories come rushing back
Of all the pain you have caused
And no matter how hard I try
I can't let go of the hatred inside
So I have to ask myself why
Why did you abuse me?
Why didn't you help me?
Why did you laugh while you watched me suffer?
I was your flesh and blood
You gave birth to me
But yet you got amusement
Out of your sister beating me
And now all I'm left with
Are all these scars
To remind me of
My painful past
That seems to haunt me forever more

Monday, June 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: cutting
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 23 June 2014

So very sad that the ones we expect to be there to help and protect us can be the ones who cause us the most pain and suffering. A brutally honest and heartbreaking poem.

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