You smile because I believe in hell and laugh when I say I've met the devil.
After all how could someone like me
Really have been in that much trouble.
But you never think to notice
That the person who I am
She hasn't always been here
It took her time to find a chance.
I started life in joy,
But then lived too long in pain.
And I learned how to hide my sorrow
Behind jokes and lies and games.
He broke me down so far,
He used fists and rocks and metal
I lost my way in the darkness
Of his eight year long maze.
One wrong turn for escape attempts
Another for telling the truth
Left me painful reminder that no one cared
And a scar to act as my proof.
I lived so long in that place
I forgot what sun felt like.
When finally he was gone
And I stepped into the bright haze
I decided that no one should ever know
Just how much I learned in that place.
So I smile and look like an angel
Like heaven is where I've come from,
But do not underestimate
My memory of that time.
The devil he doesn't have horns,
But instead bright, shining blue eyes,
And hell is the harshest place I have ever ventured so far
You see, it's in the corner of that building there,
In the church that stands next to his yard.
YOU ARE READING
All the Broken Pieces
PoetryHow does a person explain what it means to be broken? When speaking to a friend, what can be said to show them they are trusted in spite of fear? This is a conversation between two friends, so that the brokenness inside can be understood.
