With one more day left till the anniversary of the very long and tragic day that happened one year ago, I will continue to share my crazy thoughts.
The scars I carry are haunting
They pick at my heart like an ache that can’t be soothed.
For years I locked up my secrets
Fearing the truth would condemn me.
Voices lurked in the background
Always picking at me, questioning my sanity and motives
For years the scars festered
But I held on and kept them soothed
The pressure of the voices and talking got worse and I cracked giving them all what they wanted
Hoping for sudden acceptance
Are you happy now I thought as I hung myself
Having to live with the truth
Yet living a lie to keep the voices happy and at bay
I wrestled with a heart so heavy
It would soon burst
And yet I held firm keeping hope to make them all happy
The glass around my heart broke suddenly
Leaving the scar open to fester and seep out.
Now on the chopping block my heart again was susceptible
They knew that and took advantage of it.
Stomped, jumped, spat and mauled every shot was a cheap one
They got what they wanted and thought they left no survivors.
But they were wrong
These scars on my heart sealed over
They’re beginning to heal with a vengeance.
Once they’re healed all their power over me will be gone
My heart will then overcome.