Scars running deep inside,
memories long suppressed.
Brought back to the surface,
old scars slashed open
...
Cutting.
It pulls me in.
I'm already sucked in so deep
I can even see the surface anymore.
...
My anger flowing,
I try to calm it
quench it's fiery thirst.
But it burns on,
...
My shoulders burn
where the knife was
yet again.
Who was the cause you ask?
...
Your obsession is bad
and unhealthy.
You need help,
and I can't give it.
...
My poetry
the antidote for my poisoned heart
and soul.
I write
...
The person I love
I feel so betrayed
just for a second
so filled with pain.
...
You are my reason to keep
breathing.
My love for you runs in
my heart and through my veins.
...