scars running redA Poem by Maraline-ElijahI roll up my sleeves because no one believes the pain I've been through isn't just a fantasy
The scars have healed with faint indentation it isn't my imagination
the experiments i have done the shameless cutting was just a run to be away from the hell im living
see the scars running down my arm imagining that every single one was bleeding dripping down to the floor
they have names the names of pain the names of hurt the memories of suffering just left
the secrets held I wish it was just celled you would be compelled with the number endlessly neverending
one after another today will be a new yesterday counting the days the days you don't love her it is replusive
you slither through my veins i am sick i am not ill you are the cause
i wander through the memories the memories on my wrist do you see them?
you don't care you wouldn't dare your emotion is bare
the happy times are gone left in the dust trying was a bust
I am waiting the day you are done
gone it will fall apart i will fall into the pattern again
the mess you have made you won't forget nor regret
my scars will bleed red again
I will slip into the dark once more to be unseen forgotten in the past
sitting in the corner no one will come again i will not beg
this mess is never cleaned up the stains of red on the white carpet down the hall trailing behind me my secret pleasure
I roll up my sleeves because no one believes in me in my life no one appreciates the being of me
I am just human with a reunion to never forget it is not fantasy just a shadow that trails behind me as a jacket
it is just an indentation but not my imagination that never will you see
© 2012 Maraline-ElijahAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 27, 2012 Last Updated on June 27, 2012 AuthorMaraline-ElijahNorthglenn, COAboutHello :) I haven't put anything on here in awhile but I hope to change that. Anything you need, just ask :) I'm pretty friendly. more..Writing
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