I Am A Mess.
Faith Emily11 Mar, 2013 07:33 PM
Your touch lingers On the hollow base of my throat The finger marks Fading into my neck to become A part of me. Your hands Roughness upon my smooth skin That you tainted with bruises And kissed with your unfair and All too forceful lips. And my mouth never opened I never screamed for fear of what You might do to not only me but My mother and sister As well. And for so many years I could never Never tell anyone about the nights You would batter my body And leave me to silently weep And break apart. And I would act strong every single day Just so that nobody would know That underneath my clothes I felt like a monster In ten different shades of black. This is what I think about When I am digging the razor sharp tip Into my skin And bleeding out onto the white carpet That I swore I'd never sit on again. This is what I think about When I lay in bed at night My body still And yet still bleeding Inside and out. If only you could see The mess you made out of me.
Tags: Depression, Thoughts, Memories, Misery, Loneliness, Broken, Bleed, Cutting, Cry, Abuse
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