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May 2015
My scars make me who I am today
I was in a dark place
Know I'm growing out of their
Some days I feel as if it's pulling me back in
Others I feel as if it is just watching me fall apart
Day by day
So I will not let the demon in my head win this time
I shall ignore them
I will do anything to keep me from thinking about it
I will listen to music
Its a medicine to the mind and brain
We are music
But, we are more than music
A noise
That beats in our ears
A scream
That burns our throats
Of Shattered vintage vases
Wrecked ships
And sinking boats
I have to be insane to keep me sane....
.k.t.
Written by
Kyra Tharp  Thayer, MO
(Thayer, MO)   
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