I Write Poetry

Burried under each of my scars lays a secret,
Inside each one of my secrets hides pain,
From the betrayal stitched to my soul,
And lonliness that pumps through my veins,

Their forever friendships expire,
They abandoned and leave me alone,
The lies they told cut deeply,
On the wrist where my heart is sewn,

My life an undead graveyard,
Where nothing is laid to rest,
Faith and love like ghostly specters,
They haunt this hole in my chest,

The noose slips around my will,
Succumbing to struggle I hang by its rope,
Choking on the overwhelming numbness,
The only thing left to breathe is hope,

I'm filled with emptiness and feelings,
In darkness my soul drowns bereft,
I cling tightly to tragic chances,
They're the only light I have left,

I've had people who got lost and wandered,
And those who ended up just leaving,
Self worth now just a pile of ash,
As I sit crying, broken, mourning and grieving,

I've tried to purge my system,
Of the magic still lingering in my bones,
As I've tried to run from each of my demons,
Laying restless under these scar tissue gravestones.