My scars are like entries in my diary,
you could tell how mad I was by looking at the deepened scars,
you could tell how many times i've hurt,
you could feel my pain, you could touch my past,
...
This pain feels like something's nibbling at my heart,
very slowly
but every second of the day,
It never stops,
...
I don't know you but I want to,
I don't love you but I want to,
I want my mom, but she'll never the same,
she got stressed at age 15 and met a new friend,
...
I'm needing so badly for someone to find the pieces of me I left behind,
I need for this pain to go away,
I need the voices to get out of my head,
i'm tired of going to the doctor's and getting prescribed another damn pill,
...
Hey! ! ! My name is Monique, and I started writing things that matter to me when I was 12. I've always used writing and music to escape the world. When I write I write about all things, not just poems, I don't think about writing a poem, I just think about writing and feeling better. Life right now could be better, but i'm trying to make the best of it. Thanks for the comments everyone.)
My Scars
My scars are like entries in my diary,
you could tell how mad I was by looking at the deepened scars,
you could tell how many times i've hurt,
you could feel my pain, you could touch my past,
many end up confused ''why''
& the bad part is I don't know why this method,
I guess it was because I wanted to punish myself for everything bad happening,
I guess it was because somethimes this world felt like a dream, like I needed to know I was alive,
I guess it could also be because I was tired of not being in control of the emotional pain I felt,
the anxiety tearing me up inside,
the sadness destroying my life,
I wanted to be in control of something,
I guess I could go on and on why,
but the answer is really simple actually,
''PAIN''