It's an older poem from a few weeks ago a most definately not my best but its the only one that applies medically lol, let me know what you all think
Bruised and ScarredFor years I've lived at the point of a knife.
So many times I've been within an inch of my life.
Felt like a hero and a rat.
Something wrong and back at bat.
Now I am bruised and scarred.
All the blades and souls with which I've sparred.
So much I've endured in this life.
Standing on the edge of a knife.
My body has been cut and sewed.
My mind is whole and my soul will never corrode.