Turn back the clock

Yes, my writing style isn't consistent in this one...deal with it. :)

Sometimes I wish I knew how to handle emotions

Sometimes I wish my tears wouldn’t make a sea

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t under an emotion potion

Sometimes I wish I knew how to handle me

I know that probably sounded complicated

I know that probably sounded morose

I know I can’t help my emotions

I know I can’t help feeling like a ghost

My childhood was rough

Haven’t written ‘bout that in a while

I know I might have changed a bit

Oops, I mean my writing style

I fear when I write ‘bout my childhood

No one will say they even understood

Because for years and years I was in denial

After that I was suicidal

I can’t take away the scars that line my wrists

I can’t take away my past

I can’t unthread my ankle stitch by stitch

I can’t take away the fact that my life was ruined by an angry b***h

The stitches are gone now

All closed and scarred over

I need a new life now

Can I please start over?

Will someone please, just turn back the clock?

To before I could walk?

or talk?

Tick Tock

Author's Note

Yes, my writing style isn't consistent in this one...please ignore that.
I referred to a lot of my past poems in this:
"My Trauma, My Past, When I was a little girl, The Sweetest Of Candies, stitches," etc.
Ummm...thoughts?

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' Will someone please, just turn back the clock? ~ To before I could walk? ~ or talk? ~ Tick Tock

In spite of the tragedy of your previous words, your brief four last phrases are your masterpieces. - for me.
There is the honesty of your heart, your spirit, what the past has created then placed as an honest and courageous human being. Nobody could analyse another being and reproduce him or her, we are each what we are, best we can be, our past is the recipe, the plan made without individual permission.. how we turn out is what is. Your voice signs high, here and superbly.

[Wherearemysocks]

If I could wish for a superpower it would be a power than can make me undo everything.Can't blame you there.Traumatic events never really go away I think.People just learn to cope.So they might resurface one day even if you bury them.It reminds me of fecal matter.Even if you wrap it in so many layers,the smell will still show.I hope you have a nice day and please be well.

[genocide]

That is very deep.saying can I please start over.I can’t take away the scars.

[Fran Marie]

I don't look at the
style of writing
bring consistent
but rather the
content and this
has the feelings
of regret and despair

you voice your
emotional pain from
the past very well
keep. a positive
outlook on life rather
then dwelling on a past
frought with woes

Well written piece

[MCS]

Your words resonate.
I heard it said once that we spend the rest of our lives getting over our childhoods.
Dear poet you are stronger than you think, you survived.
Going forward you can leave your tormentors in your dust.
The best revenge is to keep surviving, keep shining and be successful. For you see your tormentors are cowards and you are better than they are.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we cannot have do-overs of those things we regret we did, we just have to learn from the mistakes and move forward with the new knowledge.
in sixth stanza...should be "scarred over"--
but yes, the scars won't disappear, and won't necessarily heal inside...
but again...they are from what helps to mold us.
So maybe we can use them to get a thicker skin than the one we are in.
j.

[Nix is typing...]

Ahhhh, thank you so much. I can't believe I missed that!! As much as I reread and overthink things, I can't believe I missed it!! Thanks for your review, Jacob :)