Scars Poem by Cati Walthall

My scars are as numberous as the stars
Some faded, some bright
Some catch peoples attention
While others sit there trying not to start a fight
Some are from cutting
Some from burning
But either way I was still hurting
I could not express such pain in any other way
Because words just did not explain how bad it is
I didn't want it to take control
Yet I didn't want to control of it
So slowly it wrapped me up
Like a bug in a web
And I became one of his
But my soilder walked in
Knocked him down
And we ran away
and he's still running to catch up
As long as we don't stop running
He can't find us here
So let's just keep going
Because giving up is not near