Rhyming thoughts

So many thoughts race through my head
All the things I've done
The things I may have said
I can't stay in one place
Loss is written on my face
Mostly I feel alone
But I admit that I have grown
The cuts on my arms are scars
My fate is written in the stars
I was meant to have it rough
And I suppose it's made me tough
My energy is fading
I'm so insecure it's degrading
This artificial spine
I've been so convinced that it's mine
Maybe I put it there
It's possible I kinda care
Not really about myself
Just the little me on the shelf
She didn't deserve that stuff
Never feeling like she was enough
And for her I'd bring a fight
For her I'll do right
Put away the knife
Actively live my life


  • Mad Matt Rambles

    I can tell you care.
    I'm sorry you've had it rough...
    Keep fighting. Keep writing. Keep sharing.
    You're worth isn't in what you've done or what's been done to you.

    Thank you for sharing.

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