I thought my parents weren’t good enough as others.I thought they should’ve work hard to make our lives better than now.I always complained about everything.

But today when I was talking with my mom I said to her that I was really thankful for everything they’ve done for me.

She smiled and said “I thought you’ll never said those words in my lifetime.”

Those words left a huge scar in my soul. No matter how much little it seemed, if someone did something for your happiness appreciate it. Sometimes just a one thank can change someone’s life.

You will never see, the scars inside of me.

The reflection of pain, that drives me insane.

A glimmer of hope, that disappears and floats.

You will never see, the scars that I see.

The window of closure, the point of exposure.

A gasp of relief, that hides underneath.

You will never see, the scars that are written on my skin.

The picture of a place, that showed me as erased.

A gift of emotions, that scar me with devotion.

You will never see the scars.

Life will never be the same

You can’t turn back and change it all

The scars from where you made me fall

I wish these things you could recall

My heart will never be the same

Somehow, I feel the guilt, and all the shame

I feel the pain each time it rains

Down to my knees, I’ve heard it all

Before this, I was so deep in love

Back then, I loved you, just because

I couldn’t see through all the fog

I should’ve saved me first of all

The time we spent chasing our tails

At night, I laid in bed and wailed

Not sure if I believed the tales

Wish I could’ve known so I could tell

You not to give into the game

Not to go down in burning flames

It was the years I could have saved

I could’ve saved us all the pain

And misery

Trying to find who you’re meant to be

Having to get back up on your feet

Having to fight the beast you beat

so, you could come running back to me

Trapped in a room with someone I can't stand,

no distractions.

They aim and rip at me.

In my mind.

On my body.

Words gnaw on my conscious,

like a lettuced goat.

Saliva dribbles pooling around my skull.

drowning

I can't think.

The bite is harsh.

Eyes spit tears.

They wrap their arms around me,

suffocation,

as breaths become more shallow.

My brain pounds on the sides of my head, trying to ooze out of my ears,

They promised my brain that one day it will escape.

They slice. They want out.

Blood scratches out my thighs; pain, and iron shocks me into reality.

"Fuck what did you do?" It's me, my heart settles.

Choked sobs crack in my throat.

I'm trapped in a room,

alone.

Scratched out

Feathers bristle flesh and bone

Pierced with vanes like arrows

Bequeathing gifts, authored, unknown;

Manna feeds our marrow

Whispered words, once clouded, dim;

Enveloped, satin shades

Melodic hum of ancient hymns

Speaks peace to souls, afraid

Fanning ember’s dying flame

Sustaining weak and weary

Answered prayers of fragile framed

Winged messengers shant tarry

While cherub tears lap ash as sand

Like oceans ebb and flow

On silvered stairs that stretch to land

Seraph journey low

Feet, once treading golden streets

Gather, watching grace;

Heaven kissing earth, beneath

Among us, face to face

She always has sweatshirts

Sleeves pulled up high

To hide her arm's scars

From that one time

She's reminded of the week

Away at the ward

Dealing with her thoughts

Fighting a long war

Though those scars are seen

Those red, long lines

They will fade away

The worst scars are in her mind

My scars ran deep, hidden beneath the surface.

But you came close and I thought you saw the real me.

You studied my past scars and said you accepted me anyway.

But eventually you realized they really were more than you could handle.

So you left.

and now I am covered in scars

Angels roam abandoned cathedrals in order to feel holy—the hushed voices of confessions bounce off the walls ring in my ears forgive me father for I have sinned—you pray please do not leave me behind father but your prayers slide through your fingers wet and red—all at once we’ve come to realize we were never holy to begin with—so together we roam these hallowed halls in order to feel alive and hear the hushed prayers that have gone on unanswered

"Hey John,"

"Yes, Tony?"

"Did you realize that we are both useless?"

"Yes John. Yes I did."