Marred
Something is only the truth when the public knows about it
Have I truly survived or am I just a puppet being told how to live
My pain has marred me
I push into my skin in hopes to feel release
The pressure growing inside me was the disease
It lives within me attacking my every cell
They manipulate my words to be seen as the victims
I’m a waste an incompetent disease
A parasite
I’m trashed and scattered by their words
I feel like I’m floating but falling at the same time
I can’t breathe
im drowning in my own problems
it suffocates me
My abuse doesn’t define me
My pain does
I was labeled by my assailants
Depression and Anxiety
I need peace
Dying behind the smile I wear
It’s my killer
My one solace