#HealedScars

Sometimes I stare at the scars on my body
looking at the full length mirror on my bedroom wall,
I am once again reminded of the strength it took surviving after each blow, surprised I even made it all,
Remembering how I begged and pleaded for it to stop as blow after blow would pour down on me,
At some point acceptance set in, no more crying or begging, just simply letting it be,
Stumbling to the bathroom choking on my
own blood,
Trying to stop bleeding from inflicted wounds,
but it came pouring out in a flood

Getting to my phone, calling someone to stitch up the bleeding wounds again,
"Hey, it's me, could you please come stitch me up?", Remembering the last time I made this call, it has only...