"Look at me" she said softly to me through the mirror. "Your pain is real" she said. I looked at her she was completely covered in scars...Back from my cookie cutter days...Back from my suicidal days...Every wound that was inflicted on me throughout my life was imprinted on her..."You have grown stronger" she said, "I am the scars that you wanted to desperately wanted to see on your skin...Your marks of victory..."
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Bleed
Cut.Bleed.Hide.Cry
Scream at the world,
Scream for my existence,
I bleed to show I'm alive,
To let me know I'm real and I'm here,
My blood shows me the marks of my presence,
And the truth that I am here...I am here...
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Traces
Blood filled memories,
My dancing razor days,
Cut,bleed,hide,
No traces remain,
How I wish they would have left marks on my skin,
Remembrance of my ordeal and victory,
And not just memories,
Which the world refuses to accept,
I wish there were traces on my skin,
Traces of my past to tell me I've won
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