When I was eight
things seemed great.
Then one day,
while it rained,
I was first hit
with a fist
of Someone who
I thought I knew,
loved me
for all I could be.
I didn\'t think twice
about how he use to be nice
or all the empty beer bottles
because now he was hostile.
Cold and mean.
How it was never seen
I do not know.
As I would grow
sadness grew
it was all I knew.
It still is.
I wish he missed.
Fourteen and I started to burn
with a lighter. The word
\"Worthless\" would not leave my mind.
No time
that went by
could change why.
He left three years ago
but I was now at a low.
Only two months
before a cut
was made.
As tears came
I didn\'t care.
The pain was there,
physically and mentally.
Unhealthily,
it continues.
An issue
I still deal with.
A year later
I was still a creator
of scars,
and hoping to be run over by a car.
I met her
and it stirred
all emotions in me.
I forgot about bullying,
the misuse,
and abuse.
I have those memories
inside of me.
So when the world falls to pieces
she\'s the one I believe in.
But even when sadness
creates madness
she can\'t always help
with the pain felt.
Slit wrists
with a broken kiss.
We feel it\'s the only way to escape
this so called fate
of a life with self hate.
So many people like me
just trying to be
okay.
Maybe live to see another day.
Beaten and bruised,
misused and abused.
It\'s not okay
to live this way.
We try to survive
without a why.
We have no reason to live,
yet we continue to give,
all of ourselves
to somebody else.
Who doesn\'t care
and will never be there.
We continue to fight
with all our might.
Yet we are down on the ground
all bound
for something worse
than this curse,
called life.