Scars

You see the scars on my wrist
And shrink back.
They are disgusting, hideous
Reminders of my past.
At one point in time, the guilt and the shame,
Overwhelmed me.
I would hide my scars from the world.
Looking back on my past,
I no longer feel shame.
Each scar reminds me that I am a survivor.
Every line on my body
Shows a time that I wanted to die.
But I survived.
My scars prove that I can survive
My own mind.
So when I remember this,
I can see the beauty
I can feel proud of my scars
Even when everyone else sees hideous lines.