Use Your Words

Deepression

Before her all I knew was pain

I wrote about the pounds I gained

I wrote about the razors dainty kiss

And the way the scars would slip

I wrote about the friends I lost

About the life that was taken at a cost

I wrote about the silent screams

And about what all this means

I cut to feel, poems etched on skin

Each cut a stanza, each scar a has been

I wrote what I felt, words pouring out in blood and ink

I didn't care what people might think

Scars and ink littered my arms for days

Months and now years, evidence of my self hate haze

Now I hardly write of pain

because of her I feel I've changed

I write of all the thing we've done

or the things we have get to arrange

I write of my memories and the joy she brings

When I think of her, the passion in my bones

I write of the happy emotions she's given me

And how in her arms I've found my home