Damaged

Were all sick in our own ways 

desperately trying to give meaning to days 

when they all just blend together 

nothing to tell them apart 

except the pieces that broke off your  childhood heart

its funny how we remember pain the clearest 

the whole list 

you are the only one who can understand what you went through 

others might try 

 and others might leave you 

because damaged people aren't desired 

for their heart can be scorched 

for their minds can be set on fire 

by anything 

or nothing.

their feared and thrown to the side 

but their the ones who can see best through the lies 

pain will change you more than you know 

more than you expected 

it won't let you grow 

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

As one who dealt with childhood abuse there is a.bit of truth in these words that really speak to the trauma and how its pain lingers throughout life. And how it does keep the soul stunted and at times unable to move forward. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

[Lockedheart]

Thats exactly where this poem came from. Childhood abuse can ruin your life and overtake it to where nothing else matters. Its something that doesn't go away. It something you have to learn to live with. Thank you Carlos

[John the Baptist]

It is strange how the memory of painful events looms larger in the mind than pleasant memories. The scars of the worst mistakes and humiliations heal the slowest. It may be a survival thing, a mechanism of the primitive mind to remind one that danger still lurks. Sadly, though, it can also rob the mind of joy.