Here on my arm,
lies a mark
that I made,
when I was so low,
I cut with a blade,
to punish my body
for being a mess,
though here
is my testament,
I must confess...
That seeing these scars
left on my arms,
my legs,
and my chest
makes me realize
that I was in a place
of no rest;
I feel guilty inside
for leaving this token,
now I will see
and remember
that I was
just so broken.
But seeing these
scars helps me see
that I survived
so much trauma
and now I am free,
so I ask you now
to stand with me
and fight,
to show all these
demons what
they're doing
is not right.
You won the battle
of good versus bad,
you are still alive
and are no
longer sad,
here on my arm
lies a mark
of survival,
I got through
my hate
and beat my
own self-rival.
T.O.G.K.
