Renewed,
Hopeful,
Free.
Scarred,
Hopeless,
Imprisoned.
I thought I had broken through,
That I had finally overcome the darkness.
But I was wrong.
I was clean,
Free from temptation,
For a little while...
Then it all came rushing back,
And before I knew it
I was in the bathroom again.
With blood stained arms,
Tears rolling down my cheeks,
And a crimson blade in hand.
Once again,
Wearing hoodies year round,
Hiding the fresh cuts from the night before.
I thought I had made it,
I thought that I had won,
But it was all a lie.
Once scarred,
You will be
Forever Scarred.
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To Infinity & Beyond
PoetryA collection of my poems. I usually write dark poetry, but you never know what you can find in here. To Infinity & Beyond. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © *Unedited and a Work in Progress
