So near
Yet so far
All that’s left
Is this scar
Nothing more
Nothing less
Other than life
In this mess
Invisible Injuries
Death leaves
scars on the
hearts of
the living.
Unstitchable
wounds
destined to
irritate those
forced to
bear them,
forever.
(Originally Posted 13.5.2019)
Cutting
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than other ways I know
Scabs
Picking at these circles
All itchy, bloody and raw
Wondering why
The fuck am I
Doing this shit again for
No Sharps Please
The
cut
on
my
wrist
Has
now
healed
As
I was
told
not
to
pick
it
The
delicate
skin
Is
now
sealed
So
I’ll
try
not
to
nick
it
Again
The Transaction
Give it to me hard
Give it to me rough
I honestly won’t mind
If you act a little tough
Squeeze me a little too tightly
Pinch me a little too hard
I just want to feel something
That doesn’t leave me scarred
Relief
As I
open
up my
scars
The
blood
flows
once
more
As I
begin
to see
stars
I fall,
sated,
to the
floor
‘Life Becoming A Landslide’
One scar
Two scar
Three scar
Four
It’s not a problem
I suppose
To add
A couple more
Healing
Some
daysYou are
so close
to meSome
daysYou
are so
farSome
dayI’ll have
nothing to
remind meOther than
this scar
No Way Back
To carry
on living
is proving
too hardWith my mind
and my body
so irrevocably
scarred
