Who Knew

Its long and I'm sorry, but its me.

All these years something was wrong

Who knew

 

Nine years old I stood alone

Blood splattered like my shower water

Falling one bead at a time

From the nose and innocence betrayed

Looking for some relief.

Scratching away,

No thoughts of remorse or wrong doing

Even if there were, I'd have done it anyway

 

Eleven years old I sat alone

Skin erased away and gone

Blown away and flesh left raw

Knowing it would hurt worse by dawn

Pencils wrote about my pain

Showing it when flipped

Blood wasnt evident though

Not when my flesh was stripped

 

Thirteen years old, I laid alone

Bruses covered my body

And lips filled with anger

Black and blue my hurt embodied

Clenched fists and broken words

Walls always won the wars

My fault, my fault

I deserved the sores

 

Fifteen years old I cried alone

With my new found friend

Blood ran wild and free

With my wounds to tend

Razors were shiney and sharp

Beckoning my flesh

I surrendered willingly

By morning I'd feel refreshed

 

Seventeen years old I feel alone

Scars cover my body with bruises

I still cry some nights

From all the given abuse

I did this to myself

Sometimes I still do

And I dont know how to stop

 

All the years, something was wrong

Who knew

 

 

 

Reviews

[mylifeinwords]

beautiful. deep. intense. again it hits home. the pain you describe is very well known with alot of young kids.

[sarah]

Man....this is really deep and sad I could feel the pain