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I care about that child



Who was picked last and left out



Who's different from everyone else.



The one who is alone



beaten, molested, abused, raped...



unloved...



Lonely and depressed.



I care about that child who wakes up



Screaming in the cold, dark night.



I care about that child more than anything...



Because that child is me.







S.C - 15 -- from the book " My Sisters' Voices "

These scars



Tell a story



A story no long forgotten



these scars



speak of a girl



with too much time to think



about what she wasn't



the way you would've



These scars tell a story



of a girl who thought she was overweight



of a girl who wouldn't eat



a girl who threw up



a girl who cut



a girl who would go on any diet



these scars tell a story



of a gorl who couldn't make the grade



who tried and tried



and never ever made straight A's



of a girl who wanted to be something



and was told she could never succeed



these scars tell a story



of a girl who would've done anything for a boy



a boy who would never love her



the way she loved him



where is he now



when your standing all alone with his baby in your arms



these scars are for a girl



who thinks shes ugly



because her hair isnt long and blonde



because her eyes aren't blue



and because her skin is not the colour of butter



the gorl who confused dark with ugly



these scars tell a story of a girl who wanted to be loved



a girl who would have done anything



for any boy



to hear the words i love you



of a girl who was given a bad reputation



in hopes



of hearing those three words



these scars tell a story



for me



for you



for everyone with low self-esteem



for every girl



who wants to be something



she's not



who looks in the mirror



who diets



who thinks shes stupid



who's never had a boyfriend



who confuses dark with ugly



who has done things that have earned her reputation



these scars tell a story



these scars tell my story...



and your story







I dedicate these scars on my wrists for all the girls who ever contemplated cutting, for all the girls who cut... and for all the girls who died from it. There is a better way. It's a long journey trying to find it. God bless you on this journey, and God knows I can relate to what you're going through.







S.E - 14 years old --- insert from the book " My Sisters' Voices " section: Sharing our sorrows