Scars Poem by Jessica Higgins

Maybe to you the scars mean nothing but to me they mean I’m still alive.
When the blood was flowing all I wanted was death.
Then I passed out and thought it was over and I would be happy at last.
I guess I didn’t cut deep enough or in the rite spot.
I still woke up in this hell I call home.
Back to everyday life where I cant do anything rite, everything’s my fault, your still gone, I still miss you, and cant have you here.
This place we call home is nothing but disgrace, full of disappointment, full of anger, full of crime.
All I want is to enter a different world where everything is like it use to be when I was little.
When the only problem was what color of crayon I wanted to use, when boys still had cooties.
Those were the good times before we found out the meaning of love and discovered that losing someone really hurts.
Before we found lost the loved ones that meant the world to us.
When we lose a loved one we think the world is going to end.
But really it doesn’t its all the ups and downs of life that help us out in the long run.
It prepares us for the future and makes us stronger.

By: Jessica Higgins