The Dark Life of Mine

I am from the dark corner

From paper and pencil

I am from many houses

Living with strangers

I am from thorns on a rose bush

Whose long limbs i remember as if they were my own

I’m from nothing and everything

From words and actions

I’m from tears and pain

And from nightmares that haunt my sleep

I’m from darkness and hate

And from the words “ Your nobody in the world.”

I’m from a family that doesn’t care

I’m from a place where i hear screams

But realize they’re my own

I’m from bruises and scratches

From crying myself to sleep

Living a nightmare

Dreaming of better places

But knowing there are none

From hoping the pain and hurt will stop

But i know it never will