Amy Kerswell


I once knew a girl.
Who forever had scars and cuts upon her arms.
Hope was insribed.
Not in the colour of ink.
But in the colours of the scars.

With stitches on her skin.
Plus tears in her eyes.
And bumpy scars.
Filled with hate and shame.
For whats she done.
But she'll do it again.

She once saw someone.
They asked what is that on your arms.
Ciggerette burns came the reply.
Deep inside the girl was lost.

I once saw myself drowned in tears.
Cant understand the purpose of my being.
For the cuts and scars.
The pain goes so much deeper

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Poem Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010

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Comments about Scars by Amy Kerswell

  • Patricia GranthamPatricia Grantham (7/8/2015 6:02:00 AM)

    Very touching. Scars will heal but emotional ones
    takes longer. Good.

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (7/8/2015 1:52:00 AM)

    Broken many times In life; but, do have hope on your side. Nice work.

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