Yeah, It Was.A Poem by ZuneReflection about when I lived at home, warning: mentions of cuttingYeah, it was Hell. There were days that I wanted to quit. There were days that I wanted to dig a
six foot hole And bury myself in it. There were nights that I bled more
than I meant to… Nights where the numbness could not be
replaced, Not even by pain. There were nights when I thought my
eyes were surely burning from my sockets From the tears that would fall in
silence. Not even the masks I painted could
cover my face with an emotion, No matter how beautiful I made them… There were days when people noticed
the cuts and scars. There were days when they questioned
them. Not just the ones that I created but
also The ones that were given to me. I
always had some excuse up my sleeve. I taught myself to be klutzy. Easier to explain things. Today I still act that way. Just out of habit I guess. Yeah, It was hell. But I learned. Learned how to blend in and become
invisible. Learned that superglue is better than
stitches. I learned how to climb a fence so
quick, If you blinked you would have missed
it. I learned not to make eye contact, Not to speak unless necessary. There were days when I learned that I had no true friends. There were nights that I learned I would never be good enough. Nights that I learned that even the
animals were as frightened as me, As we all hid in my closet. I learned a lot. Yeah it was hell. I made some mistakes. I now have to carry the scars of them
with me, For the world to see, To critique. But I don’t regret them. They can think what they want about
me, About them. They show of my failures, And my triumphs, They show that in the end… I won. I was the winner. Because I am here. Still here. Breathing… Creating… Living… © 2013 ZuneFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on August 9, 2013 Last Updated on August 12, 2013 AuthorZunePrescott, AZAboutHia! My name is Zune, I love to write. I write about a lot of things, some of my pieces do talk about self harm. If you don't like that, then thats fine. Feel free to check out my other poems to. I wi.. more..Writing
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