I think that somewhere along the line, God forgot me
In his garden of gorgeous roses and beautiful daisies
I’m merely a **** unwanted and tossed aside,
Left alone to wither, waste away and die
I see myself and I don’t like what I see
It’s hard to remember a time when I did not despise my body
A time where I did not pick apart every single flaw –
A time where my skin was immaculate and not covered with scars
They told me to stop because it would hurt me in the end
But I needed it so much that I couldn't comprehend
My fingers trace the marks that the razor blade hungrily kissed,
The feeling of desire and urgency is no longer missed
I examine myself and think for a while,
Unknowingly my mouth breaks out into a smile
My vision blurs, immediately filling with tears
Maybe with a little clarity-
I’ll see myself in a way that I didn't for years
I’ll learn to love my crooked nose
And the scars that imprint my skin,
I’ll go to every extreme
To gradually piece myself back together again.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
I long for our feelings
To be in a state
Of equilibrium
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Like a freshly washed shirt,
Marred with a coffee stain
My love for you
Shall always remain.
-N.S.D.C. (07.22.2014.)
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC