Blood And Burning Cracks Shall Paint My Skin To My Regret

*sigh* Life is tough i just typed it.... Strong interior Inside a broken little girl screams...

To hell and back I have been,

And a growing wind forces me to fall,

Closer the summit seems as I clamber on,

In grasping distance, I reached out,

Then, my legs to be broken,

The climb lengthened to the tallest peak,

I don't want to scream to show you my pain,

But as the growing pain from an inside struggle,

Burns the depths of my heart, Lord I scream...

As the peak, to my rasping body, so tall,

Clenches my soul in choking regret,

And choke I do on blood-thickened tears,

You think you broke me down,

Times gone by, truth be told your thoughts,

Tear through reality, I was broken, I was smashed...

Though Emerged I did, now on the other side,

A stronger person I stand as the water of salvation,

Laps softly at my cracked and tired feet,

So once more I prepare to listen to the broken,

And in turn to be broken,

I will embrace the blood now,

That trickles from my trying wrists,

Ready to Pick up the pieces once more,

Ready to stub out my demons,

And spit on the betrayal of innocence

 

Author's Note

Sorry about any spelling and grimmer mistakes...