Poetry...Of Some Sort

“Ode To The Strong Ones”

This Is An Ode To The Strong Ones

The Ones Who Wear The Scars

Of Those Days And Nights

Where They Couldn’t Stop The Pain

Brought That Knife To Their Wrists

To Take Control.

This Is An Ode To Their Strength

All Those Times Someone Noticed

Brushing It Off With One Of Those Excuses

“It Was Just The Cat”

“I Fell Out Of A Tree”

“I’m Just Injury Prone.”

They All Hide Behind Fake Smiles

The Fake Mask With The Big Grin

“Nothing’s Wrong”

“I’m Fine”

“I’m Not Sad...Why?”

They All Wear A Fake Smile To Hide The Frowns

To Cover The Tears

And To Muffle Their Cries In Pain.

So Many People Say That They’re Greedy

That They’re Loathing In Self Pity

But They Aren’t

All They Wanna Do

Is Control The Pain Inside.

Another Day Alone

Another Night

Another Knife

Another Cut

It’s Just A Cut

Doesn’t Matter

Nobody Cares Enough To Save Me From This Self Hate

Nobody Will Hug Me When I’m Crying

Nobody Will Kiss My Scars Every Day And Night

Knowing Their Stories.

So Here We Are

Doomed From The Start

The Scars Prove That

Those Scars Mark Us

The Left Behind

No-Good Self Harming

Children That God Has Abandoned

Restlessly Creeping Out

Spreading The Madness.

This Is To The People Who Are Strong

Who Don’t Care

Who Go Against The Laws And God

Defying The World.

This Is To The Ones Who Wear Those Scars Proudly

Knowing

Each

And

Every One

Has A Story.