When I cover my scars <br />I'm no longer the emo one <br />I'm no longer that girl with cuts on her arms <br />No longer the shadow that covers the sun <br />Strangers can't ask me what happened <br />Because they can't see my scars <br />They can't judge me for what I've done <br />and they can't judge me for what I'm going to do <br />because under the sleeves there's a really big secret <br />but that's none of their business <br />No matter what they think <br /> <br />I can't walk out my front door without long sleeves <br />I can't pretend they aren't there <br />even when everyone else leaves <br />I know what I've done <br />And I refuse to forgive myself <br />because for one second if I learn to let go <br />I will never remember the lesson I've been taught <br />The scars are more than old cuts <br />They remind me of who I was <br />If I learn to let go <br />Who would remind me I've failed? <br />but also tells me to get back up? <br />Who would I be today <br />Without covering all the scars? <br />Who would I be today <br />If I never had cut?<br /><br />Cati Walthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-harm-what-would-i-be-without-you/
