Scars Scars Scars, by Nata Lee Diane Ricks

Nata Lee Diane Ricks

Scars Scars Scars

Scars, scars, scars.

Scars on my arms.

Scars on my legs.

Scars on my stomach.

Scars on my mind.

Scars on my heart.

Scars on my spirit.

Scars cover every inch of everything I am.

Sometimes I think I’ve turned into a scar myself.

I am a living breathing scar.

I am nothing but and open wound,

trying it’s best to heal.

#DepressedSad #Scars #Self-harm

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