I put on a smile as I go about my day,
Pressure building up til I cant breathe.
As I lay down I dig at the pink scars on my arms.
They are from the demons I've defeated.
They burn as I scratch them,
Trying to remove them from my skin.
I stare blankly,
Almost in a trance as they get brighter.
I recall every battle I've been through.
Every heartbreak,
Every abandonment,
Every never being good enough,
Every broken promise like glass shards in my heart that's stopped beating long ago,
Held captive in this frozen cage we call ribs.
My brain starts to spin as I feel the burning from behind my eyes,
Memories and words siding down the contours of my cheeks.
I pick up my sword that I've used over again in my darkest hours.
I slide the cool metal across my skin,
red dots pop up in its trail.
They fill in like red rivers,
The pressure lessens and suddenly I can breathe again..
~P.S.