My Poetry

11

Scars

Moving away from the hell that I didn't understand.

I thought it would be ok without trouble

Moving into a small apartment.

With a thousand dollar rent.

I hope that today will be a better day.

Met some new friends

I feel so happy.

Until they started acting strange.

They left me alone and never listened.

They taught me bad things and how to break the law.

What did I do to deserve this?

They laugh at my fearful tears.

When can this hell end?

With the marks on my body,

Why are they still wondering?

With rocks thrown at the door,

I pleaded for the pain to stop.

Why does an 8 year old have to deal with this?

Look at me; what do you see? No more scars, but they are inside of me.

Maybe that's why I'm so messed up. And I told them enough's enough. The scars were never from me. They were all trust-less bruises and a scratch spree. But my only remark was a painful excuse. A painful excuse.

I regret ever stepping foot into the hellish park,

Because whenever I got home, I always had a painful mark.

I told them that I was disordered; a different child than them.

But no one listened, especially her...

She was a friend of mine, until she became jealous.

My therapy helped for a bit, trying to fight my demons,

But I still remember the day she took my life away...

I trusted a boy that said he will help me,

Until he started chasing me with his friend.

I ran for my life to get home.

What did I do to deserve this?

Came home with blisters on my feet.

And they knocked at my door.

Over and over until they finally left my family be.

God must be dead; he never tried to save me.

Prayer after prayer; why am I being ignored?!

Look at me; what do you see? No more scars, but they are inside of me.

Maybe that's why I'm so messed up. And I told them enough's enough. The scars were never from me. They were all trust-less bruises and a scratch spree. But my only remark was a painful excuse. A painful excuse.

I was waiting for the day to come

Whenever I would move away from hell.

Why did I deal with this for 3 years?!

Each and everyday was me struggling to survive.

The blood, the tears, the screams.

They were all ignored except for my friends in school.

I told them everything.

They helped me.

But it still left scars deep inside of me.

The agony has scarred me.

I wonder what could've been if this never happened.

But I wonder if this means something

Was this all worth the pain?

A different state.

An even worse pain I thought,

But I got better and better

Now I'm happy.

One of the good popular kids in school.

But even though time passed,

The scars are still bleeding through me..

But now, if they saw me, I would be the one chasing them.

Look at me; what do you see? No more scars, but they are passed me.

Maybe that's why I'm so messed up. And I told them enough's enough. The scars were never from me. They were all trust-less bruises and a scratch spree. But I saved myself from madness and now they fear me.

The scars have helped me.

But I'm still bleeding out.