It's said that 'Hurt people, hurt people'.
I'm hurt, I'm abused by words,
they've festered and scared me.
Who'll see me as worthy?
I was never a person to stab at my own body.
I was thankful that it kept me alive, really.
I was grateful that it functioned gracefully.
But I've stabbed it so much that now there are
wounds all over my flesh and bones.
These are words of my loved ones, tattooed onto my body.
These are the words that I never thought I'd hear from the voices that I love. These are stabs that'll never stop etching themselves into my soul.
I can feel it in my bones, you know? I can feel it in my soul,
the pain and the life draining out of me.
I can feel my soul screeching for help,
grieving helplessly, because love and adornment are things I've never felt.
But oh, what can I do?
I'll just sit and deal with it, I guess.
I'm my own abuser here; I scar myself.
I scar so I can breathe.
I scar so I can love.
I scar so I can hope.
I scar so I can feel what it's like to be home,
Cause really pain, and love is only what I know.
By: Shreya Samudre
BCA(2024-2028)