For a long time I have come to know pain, and I have known darkness
I have walked alone in those moments
I have seen people reach out to me but their arms always coming too short
Their laughs not loud enough to wake me from the deep sleep I run to when I see a slight glint of hope in the horizon
I have come to love loneliness
I live for the long quiet walks we take in pieces of broken memories I keep in hidden underneath my skin where my soul thrives hidden away from the sun
I tore my soul into pieces so you can never have it all
To each special one I meet I give a piece
Soon enough I’ll run out of pieces and then I’ll be free
Free of all emotion and commotion in my mind when I think of caring how you feel when it should be you worrying about yourself
I have but a few pieces left
One I give to my demons to keep safe in the deepest darkest places of my soul
And two I wear on my sleeves to hand out to strangers on the street
Pray for redemption they say but from whom should I be asking for salvation?
I found peace in the darkness you hide from so that makes me different
Sometimes I try being normal and being with someone besides myself but each time I reach out the voices call out and I find myself drowning in the ocean of emotion when I remember how people hurt people so I’d rather be alone and okay then with you and afraid
Afraid of the day you walk out on me and slam the door to my heart shut
So each time I feel lonely I look at the holes in my shirt where your bullets tore through me and suddenly I feel lonely no more
The tattoos on my back remind me of the night I thought you had my back but all you had was you
So forgive me if I don’t smile at you or pick your calls coz I’m still busy picking myself up after you tore me down
Beware of my eyes for they see through you
Beware my smile for deep down are raging flames ready to burn lest you get closer and touch my heart
Love me as I am
Broken, burnt and bent
Love my scars for they tell the story of my life
Don’t lose your heart trying to love me
Keep it and you might live to see the day I undress and show you my naked soul.
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Live Love Life
PoetryThis is for all those who know the feeling Of scars and bruises not healing And though your body is willing Your soul's still stuck bleeding.
