Scars remind me that the past is real
I've cutt my veins because of the pain I feel
I may say I'm fine I may smile I may laugh and I... I am dying inside
It's no longer a task to put on my daily mask because it is easy not being me
The pain in my heart isn't the worst part
I have been abused
I have been used
I thought I was safe when my heart was taken but I turned out torn broken and horribly mistaken
I remember these things they don't just disappear
I remember and forever will for I still live in your fear
I scream out in pain but there is no sound
I suffer from Death who won't take my life and Life who won't let me live
- Onnastazia Henning
YOU ARE READING
I Remember
PoetryThis, to me, was truly hard to write for the reasons that these poems are about my actual feelings and past. Please don't judge me because of my past and before you even know me.