The scars on your body match the ones on my brain.
And despite our different methods, we both react the same.
We take our pain out on ourselves when angry at the ones we love.
You make an incision to ease the pressure while I just shut it up.
There are more people like you, so you will never be alone.
I just sit and stare at the wall and make this internal cave my home.
Author notes
I wrote this in a fit of depression today. The title isn't my favorite, but it works the best for me.
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Now this I really like. I suppose that comment won't do, since I like everything you write.
But this I feel especially. This one I really identify with. I had my depression back a few years ago. But I couldn't ever identify with the people who cut themselves or actually tried to commit suicide. I was different. Like this excellent poem says, the scars were on the brain, not the body. It was "all in my head" so to speak. And I didn't want to put a bullet in my head or take a bunch of pills; I just wanted to lie down and never get up. Never liked poems about depression because they were always about people cutting themselves, and I never felt the need to do that. I love this because it's the first poem about depression I've read that I can really feel. I love the last line the most. Excellent, as always, Pingwen. 
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Wow, lol, my comment is longer than the poem. Leave it to me to notice something silly like that...
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I think that the title actually works. I like the line about scars on her arm, but scars on your brain. Yes, some people react differently, but pain is pain is pain. It's going to hurt no matter what. I hate it when people don't think I'm hurt when I don't scream and yell and cut myself. I don't beleive in angery; I think it's a wasted emotion. I don't get mad, I get hurt.
Warmest,
Mylee
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I actually get angry quite often, which is a problem because I hold it in and it drives me out of my mind (really). I'm trying to turn to writing more to get out my emotions instead of hitting things. But I digress; thank you for reading and commenting.
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Good point...
This is a great way of portraying two different ways of dealing with life's "lemons". There are many different types of reactions--emotional, mental or physical, and various combinations thereof.
I am much like the person speaking in this poem. I never had a desire to self-mutilate--just wasn't me. I am a little more implosive. Things build up deep within the interior of my heart, and I am often not aware of them until they are large enough to warrant an outward emotion (usually tears). That's always been how I go about it. I'm pretty good now at being able to search myself for these inner problems, and address the source to get rid of it before it gets bigger. It took a lot of self-awareness, and a few rough life lessons to learn to do it, but I'm a lot better at that now.
Very very good write. Thought-provoking.
It's a reminder of our humanity--the one thing that makes us all the same, regardless of our different outward actions.
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Wow, It seems like such a long time ago since I wrote this. I really feel that my skills have grown a lot since then. But anyway, thank you for always seeing something in my work, something that has meaning for you. That always makes me happy to know.
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I as well love the first two lines. They're truely remarkable.
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Thank you very much.
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Hm, I'm not quite sure what your inspiration was for this wonderful poem or what you were depressed about, but apparently it works for you. I loved the first two lines. I really don't know what else to say about this besides the fact that it makes sense to me, but I guess that's because I know you and the such.
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