These Marks On My Skin, They Are My Battle Wounds
It was a tough time for me, but it taught me so much.
It taught me to be strong.
Strong for my family, strong for parents, strong for myself
I struggled, I really did.
I didn’t understand what was happening.
The amount of times I held a blade and scraped my skin, glaring at blood pouring out of my arm was crazy.
I felt I couldn’t cope anymore, I felt like giving up. What happened?
I gave up. I felt so empty inside, I blamed myself for something for which I had no control.
He called you home, He protected you from this deceiving world.
At the time I didn’t think like that.
I got this thought into my head that I could save you.
I thought that I could have done something to protect you from death.
I kept blaming myself until I cut myself, again and again.
Months went by, scars started forming and now, this is what they mean to me
They are a part of my life, a chapter
These marks on my skin, they are my battle wounds
They show me what I’ve been through
They show me that I can overcome
They represent my courage and my strength
Every time I roll up my sleeve and see this marks painted on my skin
I remember, that whatever happens, He is always there to protect me and He is always going to be there.
- These Marks On My Skin, They Are My Battle Wounds - July 20, 2017
Amazing!