Memento Mori || Poetry

Battered and Bruised

I'm here again.

Dotted with wounds and scars,

Unmoving, like a ragdoll,

Afraid to reignite this one-sided war.

***

"Pathetic little shit,

You're below me."

He mocks, he spits,

Told me I'm useless to the society.

***

Everyday I enter

a place where demons dwell.

Demons who will leave me

Battered and bruised,

So I will never tell.

***

Bloodstained papers and pens,

Scattered across the floor.

A journal of broken dreams lays

beside theopen door.

***

My tears have

long since dried up.

My screams have

long since ceased.

***

My lips quivered and twitched,

My shoulders trembled and shook.

Crimson blood pooled,

Bruises purpled and yellowed,

I can't do this

anymore.

***

I took off my shoes

and climbed the railings.

I closed my eyes

and let my soul fall.

***

I am finally free

from the demons who

always leave me

battered and bruised.

Goodbye.

- Asteria