My scars are like the stars.
Too many to count.
Yet although the stars are bright.
And sit at great height.
The scars I keep low.
Where they won’t show.
I made them just for me.
I’d just assume no one see.
Yet I will share them with you.
Because it’s what I do.
Fighting this addiction.
Sharing my affliction.
I’m putting down the knife.
Before it takes my life.
Because take it it will.
If I just sit still.
Can’t remain here.
Can’t live in fear.
Not one more cut.
I’m locking that door shut.
Time to get better than worse.
To live free of the curse.
Poetry
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The comparison between stars and scars hooked me from the beginning. The first two lines are very powerful.