Poetry

I'm From

I'm from the cuts 

  that once bled 

    down my arms,

          from the scars 

            that are now healed,

but still there;

reminding me of my past.

           I'm from the pillow

         that soaked my tears

       and quieted my sobs,

      from the heated drops

    that broke 

  and melted of what

was left of my broken heart. 

I'm from

  the nightmares

that made me get up

  late at night

to check my mother

  because I was afraid 

she was going to die;

  making me almost afraid

 to breathe. 

I'm from the knife

                               that I almost commited suicide with,

                                                                                                 from the thoughts of imagining

                                                                                                                                                          my own death

because I felt tired

and because I thought I wasn't good enough

and that I was a burden. 

But all of these

are lies, aren't they?

I maybe from all

of that I've written,

but that doesn't make me who I am.

Because where I'm truly from,

I'm from God

because I'm inside him

and I walk with Him;

that's why I belong in him. 

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A/N: It might not make sense, but oh well, haha. This is just something that I wrote and it means a lot to me. Hopefully, it rather makes and I hope you enjoy it.