Battle Scars

People on the outside will never understand us,
and why we self-harm.
No matter how hard some try and understand they'll still ask, "why?"
We will answer their question truthfully,
but to them our answers will never be good enough.

Society dooms us to hell.
They whisper lies,
and spread rumors about us:
"We are freaks."
"We are crazy."
"We are satanists."
"attention seekers."
And people wonder why we think life is so cruel and cold hearted.

It's unfortunate to say our own families are outsiders.
They love us,
They care about us,
But what they don't know is their a part of our problem.
"Divorce."
"Violence."
"Affairs."
"Walking out."
Did they not think of us,
or even consider us before they do something to ruin the family?
Do they not know how deeply their actions affect us?
Are families are clueless.

"Worthless."
"Desperate."
"Guilty."
"Depressed."
"A problem."
"Never good enough."
This is how we feel,
And a reason why we self-harm.

Our broke, fading bodies are covered in scars.
People are ashamed us,
And embarrassed to be around us,
But we shouldn't take it to heart.
We should be proud of our scars,
But should not glorify self-harm.
Each and every scar has a story to tell.
Each and every scar show we made it through the worst,
And we're still here.
Our scars are not any ordinary kind of scar.
They are  battle scars.