I'm slowly giving up.
On myself,
The world,
And Caleb....
Today was the day I entered this world.
This cruel,
cruel world.
Right now they don't care.
They don't care what they say,
To hurt people like me.
They don't want to be the ones to take the blame.
I walk into the back of the shop.
The same shop,
Where Caleb would come,
And sit next to me,
Everyday.
Not today.
Or yesterday.
The owners of this store.
Kindhearted people.
Decided to take me in.
When I was left alone on their doorstep.
On this day.
Years ago.
The rooms are cold.
Like my heart.
And soul.
"Happy birthday to me"
"Happy birthday to me."
I find the present I've been saving for myself.
The silver glinting in the light.
Cuts on the surface.
Cuts through the vein.
A cut's a cut.
Its all the same pain.
YOU ARE READING
scars
Poésiethey say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe when i leave scars on my skin, im not dying, maybe im going home.
