MemoriesItchy, itchyMemories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scratch the scab
(But not too hard!)
Don't want it to bleed
The scab fades
Out of my drawer
On to my body
Scabs fading into memories
And when they do,
I can make more
(Without the blade)
Look in the mirror
Scarred and starved
(So you think you can stop?)
I know I can.
I'm Fine. Really.I'm fine.I'm Fine. Really.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you see that?
There's nothing wrong.
My razor blade is stained with red.
My stomach has been empty for days.
My wrists are scarred and cut.
Sometimes I just want to die.
Haven't I told you yet?
Bu then again, maybe I'm not fine.
Maybe it's bad that I want to die.
Maybe it's bad that my arms bleed so much.
Maybe, just maybe, it's not okay.
But you don't know that.
You can't see my pain.
After all, I just told you
HopeLet those unwanted memories pass,Hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And be positive and start anew
Forget the awful past,
And look forward to where you're heading to
Let us head towards the road of hope,
With a thousand doves passing by
In a vast field of withered grass,
Grows a sprout with utmost pride
As you mourn from a grave mistake,
Let me tell you about the box of Pandora
When you feel you are not worth a task,
Remember that everyone has his flaw
Never let the tiniest of discourages
Become a hindrance in your way
Instead of worrying and worrying,
Be happy, be gay