Scars

Anasyil

Knife breaks through skin;

skin bleeds tears,

heart bares sin,

inner demon cheers.

Another cut to the skin

scars lasts for years.

Depression wins,

overwhelming fears.

My skin birth twins;

they bleed tears

forlorn within

screaming fears.

My demons grin;

none certainly cares;

past holds sins;

scars bare years.

...

The mind takes no more

My heart enraged and in pain.

A never-ending cycle

that haunts me

throughout the days

and eats away

the very essence

of my soul.

 

  • Author: Anasyil (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2018 20:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: I had a history of depression and self-harm. Though I have improved, my scars are constant reminders of my mistakes. I had so many negative thoughts running through my head, I felt myself losing my sanity. I was falling apart. I felt lifeless. I felt as if my soul has left me. It was one of the darkest moments of my life. I eventually broke free from the chains of my depression. However, the scars on my arms still remain after all these years. I am no longer ashamed of them.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 33
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