Scars
I am a weakling,
Frail and small,
Too scared to feel
Anything at all,
And I ask for help
Without my words
Cut through the emptiness
With the sharpest of swords.
Everyone left,
But I’m not alone,
Doesn’t matter,
My resolve is gone
I want to be fine
And I try and I try,
There’s scars on my thighs
When I hold on too tight.
I’m faint but feel numb,
I’m lost but not gone,
Stinging and bleeding,
I want to stop breathing.
A cry for help,
One touch so veins melt
It’s cold but I’m colder,
I don’t want to get older.
Scars when I break,
Turns to ash to escape
Ice melts into rain,
Puddles around the blood stain,
Don’t care to rush,
My fears build and I’m crushed,
Turns me so fucking numb,
What the hell have I done?
I run to hide from the time,
From the way I can’t cry,
There’s no solace in pain,
I want to escape.
But there’s no escaping my fate
When I’m living this way.
I’m not living
When breaking
To think I’m okay.
Scars on my heart
Beating all that I’ve lost
Warm spots on the frost
Punctured by my glass shards
I think it’s okay
Quiet the thoughts in my brain
So that I can be nothing,
just like the day it all changed.
Blood mixing with rain
On the pavement my heart lays
Nails in my skin
Friction is wearing me thin
Dizzying flames
Pour from trenches I’ve made,
Consume the thoughts in my brain,
Will bury me one day.
And then the nights over
Blades lay under my shoulder
Numb like I’m sober
Warm, but I feel colder
My soul crumbled to dust
Filling my wounds with rust
And I don’t think I can trust
That my war’s actually over.