Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Mental scars

So many scars
so many bruises
running up my arm.
But the worst scars
Are the ones that won't heal,
The ones that stain my bloodstream
With hatred,
and sorrow.

It's the words that cause these scars
They enter your mind like a nail in wood
And they stay there forever
Even through happiness.
They bear with you like the friends you wished you had
Ringing like a bell
With you always

Those words they burn
Like a furnace
Sizzling your heart
you can't get away
You're stuck now.

you scream
I scream
But now everyone thinks you're crazy

No-one will help you at school
No-one will help you at home
In fact,
No-one will ever help you at all...

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