I was helpless and you stood ahead watching me burn.
Your talons gouged out my eyes but i still saw you as kind
You blinded me from the reality.
Years later I rake at my skin and try to carve out the imperfections I see in myself.
As if the ashy skin lodged underneath my nails could change how I look.
I guess I learned from the best.
The only thing that changes about my appearance are years of scars layering my body.
Going from razors in pencil sharpeners, unto ripping the fine blades from shaving razors with a dental pick, to snapping rubber bands against myself, and finally, shaving my body to the subcutaneous layer with my finger nails and lathering IcyHot over all my wounds.
I get my creativity from you, just like you told me.
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
