Things never the same.
After the blade kissed.
Now on my wrist
I hide my scar.
But in my mind,
The scar is alive.
I reminds me of
The life I live.
Death was the intent
Back in the beginning.
Now life's surviving symbol
Calling me to try.
Triumph occuring in failure.
Scars call out to me.
I see other's scars
And show them mine.
Many of us tried.
Many of us failed.
We are all alive
To share our success.
Scars are a link
That call to those
Considering wounds of similar
Nature to end life.
To those still thinking
Look at my scars.
Know they each hurt,
And they never heal.
To those still thinking
Look at my scars.
Know I understand pain
And I've been there.
This isn't the answer.
Not even a choice.
Life is the only
Option we really have.
Author notes
Just hit me when I saw the content for the contest.
A contest entry
- Suicide Intervention: Speaking out: Signs of Depression: Warning Signs of Suicide: Lets be a VOICE (ADULT ) by PassionsPromise.
1700 points, ended October 31, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any comments welcome - from worst to best.
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Thank you. Now this is what I was looking for.
Great job
and best wishes in the contest
Passions -
Scars
even after many years , though they have somewhat faed. they are still visible and a reminder of the desperation and the ultimate waste I almost created. Wise words you have penned young poet. Do heed them.
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wow love it amazing
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This is deep.
Thank you for your words.
Good luck in the contest
ALways
Passionspromise & Volfeng
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this is so good! you seemed to have really captured an insight into a depressed suicidal mind! well done!
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