TRIGGER WARNING: SELF-HARM
You see this mark on my arm? It’s a mark that I made
When I was feeling so low and hurt, I cut with a blade
To punish myself for being an anxiety ridden mess
Though there’s my testament, I must confess.
Every time I see these scars on my arms, legs and chest
It makes me realise I was in a place of no rest
I feel horrible about leaving this permanent token
For now I’ll remember that I was so broken.
But it’s okay because seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I’m free
But this is still happening to others so I ask you to stand with me and fight
To show all these demons that what they’re doing isn’t right.
I managed to win the battle of good versus bad
And I’m still alive and no longer depressed or sad
This here on my arm, it’s a mark of my survival
I got through my hate and beat myself- my rival.
Author: Arushi Deshpande