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 Apr 2018
Lucy Mohr
The greatest war is not fought
on muddy, barren fields.
The greatest war is not fought
behind the meager drywall.
The greatest war is not won
with bloodshed of thousands.
The greatest war if fought
behind my forehead,
in my brain,
with bloodshed of a single person.
This has a very big trigger warning. I used to self harm, but thankfully i have quit. I do not recognize this as a way to cope. there are better ways to seek help.
 Apr 2018
Lucy Mohr
for had it not come,
i would never have found
my will to live.

Thank you for the voices,
for had they not spoken up,
i would never have found
my poems.

Thank you for the tears,
for had they not fallen,
i would not have looked up to see
the beautiful world before me.

Lastly, thank you for the scars,
for had i not made them,
i would not have the tattoos
for wars fought and won.

Thank you.... for it all.
Pain was a blessing in disguise. I only saw it as my mortal enemy, my nemesis, the villain to my hero, my peanut allergy to peanut butter (I love peanut butter and i don't have an allergy thank god, but still.) Had i not felt the pain, i would not have had the will to stand and fight.
 Apr 2018
Lucy Mohr
The darkness closes in.
You feel as if you will never win.
Your soul is lost
Somewhere in the frost
Of perpetual winter.

The horror creeps in,
the dread sinks in...
"You'll never be normal...."

The art starts taking form,
everything you where afraid of takes form,
the pain, the loneliness, the loss of who you where.

What once made people smile,
makes then cry over you.
"What happened to my daughter?"
"I miss her..."

You watch from above,
seeing all the pain you left behind.




"I wish I could take it all back..... I'm sorry......."
Battles are not fought outside, but inside. Once you leave, there is no going back....

— The End —