These Are My flaws--This Is My Anger

I try to hide this, but it has to come out somewhere. How long will it be before the cuts begin again?

Don’t scorn me

For this life I give

If I kept it in my grasp

Then I would have to live

 

This fantasy

Of taking it all away

It won’t happen to me

Not now, not today

 

I’m torn between mistakes

Bound to these thorns I weave

It’s hard to forget

But it’s hard to believe

 

I stitched this life

With heartfelt discord

I treated myself to the world

And this is my reward

 

Battered bruises serve as my uniform

My badges are formed in ripped skin

This is a breakdown from the outside

It’s a war on myself from within

 

I’m not sure how I could let this continue

But I’m not sure how to make it cease

This is my own fault

But I still wait for a savior for my release

 

He will never come

Why would he?

These are the thorns on my rose

He won’t give me hope that can’t be

 

Hate may shout out my lies

Not to you, but to me

It is the truth I must face

But there is none I can see

 

I damned myself

I’m a slave to my mind

It is bound to a cross

This is the pain you won’t find

 

I conceal it perfectly

Behind a deceptive smile

Without it shows my hurt

But let’s just seem happy for a while

Author's Note

I'm sad right now. I just started thinking about this life I molded. I formed it with my own bleeding palms, but I obviously didnt realize how long it would take to finally be over