Hurt

My soul is scarred

By terrorizing memories

Making me lose myself.

Deeper and deeper.

They cut into me.

Slow and painfully.

How can no one see?

That I’m not me.

It’s right there.

Written in blood on my soul.

In my eyes.

All of this for nothing.

You get away.

While I’m tortured.  

Eyes sting as I watch myself sink.

Slowly to the ground.

Broken beyond repair.

Destroyed.

Blood running uncontrollably.

Is this a dream?

No, this.

This is my reality

Reviews

[Not A Writer]

You sure are talented. Good use of imagery. I hope things will be better.

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

i can relate to this write, it made me cry