Handpicked Battles Date: Friday, 2nd September 2011 @ 08:05:55 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: steppingstones They laughed at her scars calling her emo, But she just looked them dead in the eye, She knew all to well how she got here today, And all the times she'd cut into her wrists. The scars leave memories that sometimes, More times than not she'd do without, But each day the scars remind her too, About where she was and where she's come. She was exhausted, tired, down on her knees, Praying to a God she questioned of existance, She asked for forgiveness of her sins and wrong doing, For God's loving hands to heal her broken heart. Although she arrived into today a little beaten, She came in one piece just like he intended, This battlefield was carefully planned and hand picked, Just for a daughter of a king like you and I. This poem is Copyright © steppingstones Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=167206