I remember every scar.
Every mark left on my fickle heart
the silver lines I hide under my bracelets.
I remember all the lessons
When I said I’d never love again, how much I meant it
I remember who kept their promises.
I am becoming numb
The build up of emotion, the hatred and abuse
when my friends stop talking to me
when I get called a cold *****
a **** a ***** attention seeking bleach blonde *****
the build up, build up…
the anticlimax.
The unanswered expectation.
I do not cry anymore.
I do not laugh or love or live.
Every morning starts with a longing for a blunt,
or a bottle of something strong, for a pill.
I can’t even look at the boy with the lovebites
that I left with my teeth
I remember every scar, every mark
When I found satisfaction
I remember the relief
of finding the light in the dark.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
I remember every scar.
Every mark left on my fickle heart
the silver lines I hide under my bracelets.
I remember all the lessons
When I said I’d never love again, how much I meant it
I remember who kept their promises.
I am becoming numb
The build up of emotion, the hatred and abuse
when my friends stop talking to me
when I get called a cold *****
a **** a ***** attention seeking bleach blonde *****
the build up, build up…
the anticlimax.
The unanswered expectation.
I do not cry anymore.
I do not laugh or love or live.
Every morning starts with a longing for a blunt,
or a bottle of something strong, for a pill.
I can’t even look at the boy with the lovebites
that I left with my teeth
I remember every scar, every mark
When I found satisfaction
I remember the relief
of finding the light in the dark.
