“What’s on your arm? What’s on your thigh?”
I scratched myself, darling—but I will be fine.
“What’s on your wrist? And why do you cry?”
Oh, silly—they’re signals, they’re my warning signs.
“Why are there tears coming out from your eyes?”
They show that I’m breaking. My laugh’s a disguise.
“What’s on your forearm? What’s on your mind?”
I’ll be okay, darling.
I just wish to die.
A Prayer for the Scar Mapped by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
A Prayer for the Scar Mapped
i hope you find someone who loves you for your scars.
your scars are the battles you fought
alone, scared, broken at midnight
navigating the map of your lost soul,
wearing nothing but threadbare dreams,
with demons who would not die,
and who could not rest.
and still strong, you fought on.
i pray you find someone who loves you for your scars
your scars will tell the stories your lips cannot.
your scars will reveal secrets your heart cannot.
your scars will create meaning to the little things you do.
so find someone who loves you for your scars.
this is all that I can pray for, for you
and for you,
and for you...
Don't give up -
Just give me the tears
You can no longer cry,
And I promise -
I'll take it as a blessing
In the memory of your life
I promise that everyday
Tears will fall
While I think of you,
And they will be for you,
Not about you,
So that I know
Where you are now
Is a happier place
But if you try,
You won't be broken -
Let your tears
Be what seals the cracks
That have led you to this
Reveal, don't conceal
The emotion that strangles
The decision you yearn to make -
For then, and only then,
Shall you cry and show the world
You're strong enough
To show your pain
Instead of running away
But if that's your choice,
Simply remember me, and
D
In my heart
There's a nail
Protruding long
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Less naive,
Less ho
Broken and despised by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave, literature
Literature
Broken and despised
Little girl
Once so inocent
Now broken to the core
Of her very being
Her once free mind
Now trapped in a nightmare
Her once pure heart
Shattered into tiny pieces
Her once hopeful soul
Overwhelmed by darkness and despair
And no one notices
Because she hides her scars
Under long sleeves
Because she hides her pain
Behind a fake smile...