Shattered Thoughts

Poem: Scars

I can't remember everything in my own battle.

Memory is like an upstream river that I have to paddle.

My mind's cage will rattle.

My peacefulness is a wave that will crash.

With my body; it will clash.

So I go back to my wrist; I make a slash.



Knives as sharp as their words.

Cutting deep into my heart.

Blood flying out of my skin like birds.


They keep telling me things that are way too wrong.

Their voices following me all day-long.

So I carved on my wrist the words STAY STRONG.

As they say these things, they are ruthless.

Dumb, stupid,useless.

Fat,ugly, nuisance.


My protest is a scream stuck in my throat.

My teeth are a sound proof wall.

So I grab my razor and on my thigh I start to scrawl.

But I told them no.

I couldn't believe I had been so bold.

I thought my mind had long since gone cold.

But there is still a peice of me left.

The rest might have been stolen by their theft.

Yey they are missing a peice of what they posses.

I am surviving.

My mind is thriving.

My body is covered in my writing.

So while those basics go to the mall

In there expensive cars.

We will walk in the halls.

Feels like we're in a cage

But we can't see through the bars.

All that is visible is the other bright stars.

We want to be somewhere else-maybe mars.

But there is no more hope.

No one will ever see our battle scars.