A writers collection: my life in rhymes.

Guilted scar

Scars, scars all over.

Healed but a mark, hiding under, under those sleeves.
People asking, is he crazy? Inside this heat?
But little did they know he is crazy indeed. Psychosis, BPD, ADHD, OCD.
He’s sure he has it all, or even more.
His subconscious bites and nips him from inside.
Tearing up his insides, bleeding from within, tears start dropping.
He has lost his sanity!!
Now he’s long gone, lost in an endless void. But then who turned on the light switch?

Huh

He has made the switch.
Now the damage is done whilst realizing he’s the cause.
Now he asks if he’s cursed.
But who am I to judge.
I’m just the regret from the cuts !