A Tale Of Woe

The Summer Breeze Calms Me

I feel like writing poetry
I feel like rhyming everything
It is an urge I cannot escape
Just like a surge I have to brace

They tell me I am a disgrace
But they don't know about the scars I make
Another urge I face
I don't want them in my space
I do not chase nor do I attract
I am not attractive
I am not sensitive
I am something you don't want to face

The urges of purging
The urges of hurting oneself
Is something I've had to myself since I was twelve

I like getting lost in the summer breeze
Going for a walk to calm the urges
Hiding it all under the long sleeves
The heat got me thinking about my past purges

I have never felt free
In this makeshift Cinderella life
Except magic isn't real and the prince is only in my head
And I just sit there like I've been freezed
While they yell at me as i have my wrists squeezed

They stole my childhood
So I stole their razors
They put me down
So I cut it all out
Prepared for my breakdown
And with a frown
I am planning my takedown

I feel like writing poetry
Because it makes sense to me
I cannot get a word out
So I rhyme it all without a doubt
I just want to scream and shout
And maybe one day
I will be able to say it out loud