I’m scarred.
I have wounds on my body that won’t heal.
I’m tainted.
I have thoughts raging in my mind that won’t be silenced.
I’m desperate,
to find the place in which I know I belong.
I’m lonely.
Living in a house with no one to come home to.
I’m terrified,
that my life has meaning that I won’t discover.
I’m “different”.
I don’t share your thoughts, your opinions, or your ideas.
I’m tempted,
to end it all and move on to another world.
I’m tormented,
by the thoughts and the screams that I hide with a smile.
I’m healing.
Because these scars are only skin deep.
I’m learning,
to love myself and allow others to love me.
I’m hopeful.
With every scar that fades, I’m one step closer to beating this.
I’m alive,
because I’m strong enough to keep breathing.
I am proud.
Because I am strong enough to stay alive.
3 comments
That is a very very good poem.
Like. 🙂
Beautiful