Scars and bruises.
Bruises for when he was bored.
The scars happened when I made him angry.
But you see,
Bruises fade and you forget his cruelty,
Leaving only the scars and your guilty mind
Wondering what you ever did that was so bad.
Maybe you deserved it.
Did you forget to wash that dish?
And maybe when he dragged you across the floor,
It was a speck of dust you had missed...
Maybe that busted lip,
Was for talking out of turn.
Maybe that scar above your eye,
And your aching wrist,
Was because his beer wasn't cold,
And so you met his fist.
You didn't tell anyone for a while,not even when he left.
Maybe when your friend had asked why you looked so sad,
Or when a touch had caused that panic attack because you were frightened so bad,
You should've spoken up.
But things like these,aren't brought up so easily.
And so kids grow up,and their scars stay put.
An endless reminder of that monster's devilish input.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoésieThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
