They'll always be there.
Dug into my
Skin, pressed into my
Mouth, carved into my
Soul.
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It took years to get here.
I don't think you appreciate that.
How much courage I have right now,
Facing you down.
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Don't tell me those are
Tears?
Isn't it a little late
For that?
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Even standing here
Makes me want to run
This air
This yard
This house
Are crushed into imprints on my skin
On my heart
On my soul.
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Your gaze
Your words
Stains on my flesh
Dark red marks I cannot
Wash away
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No matter how hard
I try
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I see your face
Eyes wide
I don't believe it
Are you actually
Sorry?
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You hold out your arms
And I flinch back
I see the hurt in your face
But I don't really care.
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Too many times
Have those arms come toward me
Dealing the final blow
Leaving bruises and scars
That never fully healed.
Bruises and scars
That even now
Rest on my skin
As imprints of a past
I cannot escape.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
