I have many
Scars.
They represent my past,
Though I keep them secretly
Hidden
Within a small safe in my mind.
Only one has the
Key
To unlock them.
I have been
Afraid,
For I cannot cry and so
My depression became
Stripes
On the middle of my arm.
Now, parents are always -
Watching.
It was my only
Ability to express
Emotion
With the least visibility;
My way to cope with
Depression
Now it's been take from me,
And it's slowly
Killing
Me psychologically.
All I want is to be
Free
From my scars on the
Inside...
No matter what I do,
I'll always have many
Scars.
