I drew on the same canvas for years.
The marks I have made faded only for me to create new ones.
I tried to hide my art,
But some saw through,
Some had to read my written mind
When they found out
They didn't really know,
They didn't know all the lies I used as cover
Or the truth they could not handle.
Don't ask me why I drew.
I can't always tell you.
I'm still not a clean canvas,
Afraid I never will be.
Don't act like you care now
When you didn't then.
I'll be all right.
If I wasn't, I would've slashed right through
My canvas a long time ago.
Just love me and know I love you.
Poem About Self Harm
I suffer from depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses. Reading this poem, I felt like it spoke to me. I felt a sense of understanding reading this poem. Thank you.
Hidden Canvas
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014 with permission of the Author.
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