It's not that I'm scared to love or be loved
I love love with such an intensity that it's almost painful to feel
To sense and to touch
I had it within my reach but it never came close enough
I was scorned by the man I call father who I see every time I look in the mirror
He made the scars on me appear, the questioning sanity as I'd imagine cutting myself but never had the gall to do so
Instead I scratched intensely, being burned by their remains across my body
I almost wished I cut myself, felt the cool kiss of the blade as it dug into my fragile skin
Biting away the pain
Burning it deep within me
Or the times where I almost blurred the lines of reality and choked myself out
OR the times where I tried so hard to make myself into the slender form she wished me to be, what she wanted me to be
There was so many times...so many times that nobody knows about, not even my mom
I want love
I crave love
I just don't know if it craves me
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Unspoken Truths
PoetryThis poetry collection delves into the silent battles we face, the emotions we rarely voice, and the experiences that shape our identities. Each poem serves as a mirror, reflecting my innermost thoughts and vulnerabilities. From heartache to hope, I...
