On paper, the damage and abuse I endured from you
Will heal with time.
Cuts turn to scars,
Scars will fade,
Bruises will heal.
On the outside at least.
On the inside, there will always be a map,
Burned bright red and searing into my brain,
Of everything you've done to me.
And I'm convinced that it will never cool.
What a cruel trick you've played.
The scars you left fade from the outside and fight there way in,
giving you full access.
Letting you corrupt my best memories.
Cloud my happiest moments.
Make everything seem gray.
Empty.
I guess all my fighting was for nothing.
You found a way in after all.
YOU ARE READING
My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
