Battle Wounds And Demeanful Eyes Poem by Nate Jones

as i stand at my locker getting my books,
poeple give me awkard, and shocking looks,
your demeanful eyes see only the external,
my battle wounds from depression,
never again will i try to end tomorrow,
my true freinds are my inspiration,
can't you see that i'm hurting inside,
but all you do is judge and criticize,
keep laughing at me,
because i am no longer weak,
your awful words don't effect me anymore,
i have finely grown and thats for sure,
all the ignorant sing,
but i'll tell you one thing,
these scars ain't the only thing that defines me,
i found true unconditional love that surrounds me,
to say that because my hurt shows on the surface,
makes me a bad person,
it's stupidity at its not so best,
we all have reasons,
why we hurt our bodys,
it's to ease the fire inside,
some poeple just copy,
but whatever the causes,
it makes us feel alive,
no finding but only loses,
doesn't solve the problem,
its only temporary,
so you see it isn't dumb,
it's a reincarnation of memory,
we can't make it alone,
without love we're died,
the pain we must show,
please don't leave it unsaid.