Note To Readers: Some may find the below story
sensitive and triggering.

These scars; a roadmap of my pain
They keep appearing when I'm at my worst, insane
I promise myself, it's not worth the cut
My screams go unheard to everyone's ears, shut

Disguising them have become a tedious task
A mistaken display and I'm condemned, fallen mask
'Too fragile', 'too weak', 'selfish', 'attention seeker'
These and more define my personality, human litter

It used to hurt but, now no more just numb
The routinesque jabs and strikes they have become
My 'tattoos' aren't beautiful, they lack creativity
They speak of my struggles, my hope's ebbing reality

Everyday, a new realisation of self-worth loss
Whatever I loved is now heightened pathos
I comfort myself it'll end one day, all gone
My self assurance is sounding fake and I can't hold on

From dawn to dusk another 'art' is added
Under the fabric, no one knows as my demons I have sedated
My hand shakes towards the unscarred flesh
Somehow the sharpness discovers and etches its hate afresh

I want it to stop, keep failing miserably survival's test
Please help me find some peace and rest.

© 𝓡.𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵

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