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? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem