#artfromscars project

Next time you bring

A knife to your arm

Think that it drives through me

Next time you imagine

Starving yourself 

Imagine me weak from hunger

I know you look in the mirror

And don't see the vision of perfection I do

But you were never made to compete with angels

So don't try and attain that perfection

The fading scars on my arms are a mark of victory

It shows the lack of new ones crisscrossing my veins

It shows that I have been through great pain

And emerged victorious

So I beg of you, let them be

They are painful to look at

But they are memories

A dark form of 

A twisted sphere of art

This poem was written in honour of a project I have started.
It is called the #artfromscars project where people use their scars from painful memories to create beautiful art and change those memories
The scar cannot be covered to show that you have recovered/ are recovering
Please, please, PLEASE do not scar yourself for this. Draw a scar on(like a plain brown line) and use it
Go wild, draw whatever fancies your mind.
Either send it to me at maddydrewe@gmail.com with subject-#artfromscars and I'll post it on Twitter of tweet me with the hashtag #artfromscars at @RhisjustaReject