A scar
Nothing from afar
But to me it's a story
Each scar part of my history
I know you don't care
And I'm ok with that disgusted stair
I give it to myself each morning in my mirror
I let the world slip away when I wasn't there
And it got to the point where I didn't care
I resorted to pain and a breathtaking stare
I know you don't care
And I'm okay with that stare
I'm a freak I don't care
I've suffered for a while
I walked every mile
All in denial
I'm glad you're disgusted with me
But I want you to see
It isnt worth it
The scars a form of transit
For my own self loathing
Where my skin fits like loose clothing
I know you're sad
Maybe mad
You feel alone
Cold as stone
God I've felt that way for years
People lent me there ears
But what helped most was wondering
if death might sting
If dying and killing people's heart
Would be a form of tragic art
Let me be an example with your disgusted stare
It hurts more when you let the thought linger up there.
Push it away
Try to escape it for many a day
I still haven't
I think I can't
But I still try
So fly high
And plesse God don't die
It will be hard I can't lie
Just please don't die.
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Poems
PoetryIts just my poems. My poetry from when I was like 16 or so years old. Newer one is better. Or I hope so
