Marred

Mon, 06/17/2019 - 21:07 -- Eloisa

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 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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