Looking at this arm

every minds me of how far I've come

for this is just the white version of mine

minus The scars

I thought I didn't want to be here at all

I see the dirt and it makes me hurt

'cause I know what it feels like to be at the bottom you know the worst

but I've overcame and I'm here to say

that persons’ arm

could have been me

Because I used to love to watch me bleed

but now I don't feel the need

because I've started writing poetry