Scars And Bruises - Poem by Andi Jakobs
My cold pale skin is coated in bruises,
Covered by scars of every shape and form.
Each bruise and scar tells me a story;
Stories of a girl who wasn’t good enough for the world.
My heart has been slit in half more than once;
Hopes have climbed so high only to fall to a bloody death.
These eyes of mine have seen things that I can’t unsee,
I have heard things that cannot be forgotten.
Each bruise and scar reminds me of those times.
I can remember from being a little girl,
And being told that I will never amount to anything.
All those times that I screamed and cried,
Every endless night filled with salty tears;
My wounds tell those stories like fairytales.
Times I have cried have sung to me like lullabies,
Dosing off to running tears melted me to sleep.
I have been treated wrongly in my life,
My sad tales have shown truth to that.
But in my book there are still many blank pages,
And I know there will be more stories to come.
And with them will come more bruises and scars,
That will tell me their tale until the day I die.
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