Do not be ashamed of your scars.
Be proud.
Not proud of the reason they are there.
Proud of the fact they are scars.
They are a thing of the past,
Not the present nor future.
Proud that in the moment of weakness,
When they were created.
You had the courage, and strength to NOT make that your future.
Instead of the tears, smile.
Instead of the broken dreams, achieve.
Instead of the worry, the fear.
Give yourself some extra years.
Do not go to extra lengths to hide them,
They ARE not an ugly thing.
People may not understand,
The way they make you feel.
Do not worry about the looks,
The comments or stares,
But look at them and smile and say, "And yet I'm still here!"
Just worry about you, your family, your life,
And do not think about your past strife.
Things are in your past for a reason,
We may not always know.
But in the present, here today,
Let your smile glow.
You ARE worth the life you were given.
You ARE smart and you ARE strong.
You ARE going to make it,
NO matter what goes wrong.
Do not look back at the past with fear.
Do not look back with sorrow.
Look back with with a smile,
And say, "I'll be here tomorrow!" (:
This poem really hits home for me because I used to cut, changing my mindset was one of the hardest things I've ever done and I can honestly say I've never been more proud of myself than I am about this.