Still Stupid.A Poem by Jess HoldenThe past that haunts me, can't seem to teach me a thing, it's only flaunting around inside my head, the reminders written clearly in my skin.
The scars that I refuse to hide, make people recoil in fear and disgust, they look at me so darkly, I hide myself away.
My mind which never sleeps, keeps my body awake at night, with visions of death and horror, something I have grown use to.
The sight of blood never scares me, the sounds of someone's last dying scream can't scar me, the last breath from someone's lungs, is almost a relief.
To know that someone is out of pain, they can suffer no longer, gives me hope for my own, maybe one day I can too.
This past that haunts me, has taught me lots of nothing, just how to say goodbye, and hope that I'm next. © 2011 Jess HoldenAuthor's Note
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