The cold sharpness of a blade -
Treads along the softness of my skin
Sends shivers down my spine
My body anticipates what's next to come;
To see the blood bubble up against the broken skin-
Seep over and roll one by one;
And then the tears begin to flow;
Finally, the sweet release I've been missing for so long
The scar of an old cut- nothing but a memory
It was all I need to break the dam I've held for so long
You are still written in the scars on my heart;
Reality is a harsh wakeup call,
But one day; like all scars, I will heal.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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