Ever since you made your mark in me,
your voice sharp;the screeching sounds you
tell me to follow.
I am a rose growing through
Broken Concrete Sidewalks-
unsure where I belong,
I still grow myself in this path,
weary and hollow.
You’ve created a sir in my heart,
things i can not control
you’ve engraved your darkest essence
into my soul, turning my life
dark and cold.
Living without fear is one to many,
you keep me in a faultful question-
Living or Dying?
Growing up with you has fueled your power,
abusing thus to make me feel like a coward.
actions speak louder than words,
your words cut through with the shiniest blade,
the actions i will never obtain,
leaving me restained.
Counting down the dreadful hours
of each darkened night,
awaiting for soft refreshing light.
The impact you have on me is irreplaceable,
it shaped me to feel utterly belittled.
“thinking outside the box” was once fun,
until one night you screamed and made me run.
Each scar I count is one more won,
I now can feel the warmth of the sun,
looking across the scenic way,
alone on a crowded bay,
these scars represent Us.
they shine and flicker but
they never made my smile any dimmer.
Your hold on me comes and go’s,
I find reminders of you and it shows,
you haunt me forever,
till death do us part,
I am my own soul,
regaining this lawful heart.
by Ky S.