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This poem is about my battle with depression at the age of 16. I didn't know how to deal and cope with my feelings properly, so I did what many people who feel alone and want to punish themselves do--I self-destructed. Once I got therapy, writing poems about my experiences really helped. I regret what I did, but as this poem explains, it shows that no matter how low you get you must remember you're not alone and you can survive.

"Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.

When I was so low I cut with a blade

To punish my body for being a mess,

Though here is my testament, I must confess...


That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs and chest

Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;

I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.

Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.


But seeing these scars helps me see

That I survived so much trauma and now I am free;

So I ask of you now to stand with me and fight,

To show all these demons what they're doing's not right,


You won the battle of good versus bad.

You are still alive and are no longer sad;

Here on my arm lies a mark of survival,

I got through my hate and beat my self-rival."