No one around
Engaging with the rock
Escaping from exploitations, violations
Broken promises, crooked world
You are what you are when nobody is looking.
Sobbing before
Sometimes after
Never during
Dark side
Pulling
Down
Hard
Cut. Burn. Pull. Beat. Why do I . . .?
Blades. Butts. Hair. Hand. How do I stop?
Seeking pain management from Mother Nature
To cope with invisible scars left by human nature
Slowly piecing my Soul back together
Searching for the Truth
Just want to feel whole
No one's gonna save me but me.
Thanks AV for pointing out that one's pain is always about another person's power.
These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
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