My body, a decrepit monument of what could have been
of what should have been
Of what might have been
if maybe just maybe
had I protected my body the way I guard my heart
My Mind a graveyard
rows and columns of
Pre dug holes, and tombstones of trauma
Reminding me of what has been
When the thoughts are too much, I lie in a shallow grave
My memories invading
forcing me to remember the past,
I ask myself what would have been had you protected me
Help me grow, like you were supposes to
Instead, you used My innocence against me
My past burying me deeper in horror
Maybe, if I dig myself up, I won't be afraid to be alive.
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Author:
Mary73223 (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2021 00:00
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Was you alive? Is you alive?! heehee.
Sad tale of a soul destroyed by mistreatment wondering if they can repair themself. A good read.
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