Pain.

Paper thins slices to the heart,

Once more I've failed numbing myself

from the pain and the mischief I face each day.

Must I always have to ignore the feeling?

Why can't I rid myself of such things?

Life started out hard,

A drug-addicted father, who constantly 

is sentenced for more jail-time.

It took up my family's time.

A one year old couldn't understand

just what was going on.

My life is now a thorn to me.

It's sharp and wicked,

telling everyone with a point

that it hates and wishes to be alone.

Of course, the thorn is getting what it wants.

A horrible life full of untrue friends;

this is the thorns curse upon me.

I am only allowed few good friends,

but it's almost always certain

that one would back-stab me eventually..

My mind is screaming for silence,

My body is shoved through barbed-wire 

and I take the pain as if it where only velvet or lace.

The bloody cuts and pale scars are there,

and if I had any choice in life at all..

I would not remove them.

For without these scars I have no hint

at how the past was truly real.

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Author's Note

Yeah..
It's bad. I'm sorry..

Reviews

[kaylynnmelody♥]

wow.. lots of pain. im sorry. this was a great expression of emotion. thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Scars and pain remembered are the wounds we hold on to. We need them to appreciate the good times. I like the way you told the story in this poem. I like the strong ending to the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Alicia Hirshey]

This isn't bad. this is amazing. I'm loving it.

[Sabrina Demartini]

it aweome! i can relat to this. I love this

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Um excuse me? Bad poem? Don't think so! Love the sadness and meaning that explains all that it entails is done masterfully, so many great sentences, and the final bit 'for without these scars I have no hint at how the past was truly real.' is an ending couplet that is genius :)