Dear mother I have bled my hands through , rough I what I would
describe myself.inside and out, through starvation caused by
misplaced words touches and feels..I swear you I. I'm only human.
what i think but vulnerable lost drenched wet to pure and rid myself
of the dirt and scratches that burnt me.I cried and I screamed yet
no truth can cover these lies. I told myself to stay strong. Seek
redemption and salvation by starvation.One more night of dressed
regret just played out left upset, but hey…
No life worth living is easy, I breath each day taking it slowly.
The nights fade away and I can scream freely.Air that suffocated me
is loose, giving me that extra boost. Strength I have gained from
what I thought was shame. Words that I was taught to shed
some light on these broken memories. I've tried and I've lost,
I've fallen and even given up on hope still my human nature
struggles to find dig deeper grab harder fight stronger. Give and be
aggressive fight back in her visions,
you can . the only way out is the next day in.
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