The first time was hard
The fear. The hesitation.
i was a coward. Cowering from my destiny.
But the second time. Oh that second time was...
Control. Release.
i felt it all then nothing at all.
Everything faded away.
But those five scars on my arm.
And that i was all i could think of.
It was all i could see. All i needed.
The sting and the rain,
Sent those lesser thoughts running.
The healing and the scarring proved it.
Proved that this was all of the "help" i needed.
So when the third time came, i knew that everything
Was truly going to be okay.
YOU ARE READING
For All Of My Lost Causes
PoetryA book of poetry for all of the people out there who have been deemed Lost Causes. This is a book of pain and emotions that I want to share with people who are struggling like I have/am. There isn't a happy ending like other poetry, but it's genuine...
