Blood paints itself on my body
I am only a canvas
Hidden from the rest of the world
My painter is a shy man
Scars kiss my sunken skin
I am only a soldier
They are my tattoos
Memories of my battles lay within black ink
Hollowed puppets of flesh and bone take form
I am only a shadow
A distorted copy of the original thing
A darker alternate
Amongst dark corners voices sing
I am only ears
To the sadness that leaks
From their haunted tune
Hands dance skilfully with the side of my face
I am only an object
Thrown about
A pawn in a stubborn man's game
Pain eats me alive
I am only a victim
At mercy to the merciless
Hanging by a thread
The world dissipates into a gloomy haze
I am only a dreamer
Eyes closed when they are needed open
Shutting everything out, blackness
Pieces of me splayed across the floor
I am only human
All my broken parts bleed defeat
There is only so much I can take.
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Never ending abuse
PoetryThis is poems about drug abuse and rape and alcohol addiction and to put you in there eyes and how they feel,