
"As faded as they'll ever be"
These scars are all a part of me
So why should I feel guilty?
Why not make myself happy?
The thoughts come in like a ton of bricks
But I'll be alright. I know their tricks
I won't give up or out or in
I will not let these thoughts win
I will overcome. I will cry. I will fight
"Come, give in." NOT TONIGHT!
I've fought too long and come too far
To add another self-harm scar
So I sit in my room, phone in my hands
Messaging a friend who understands
Talking about everything under the sun
Until I know tonight's battle is won
About the Creator
KAT Hunt
I grew up in a small town in Oregon. In 2nd grade (circa 1984), I was entered into a poetry contest. I won 3rd place and was awarded a small check and a certificate signed by President George Bush Sr. I have been writing ever since.



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