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Past Sins
The physical proof is there,
It will never disappear or go away.
Nothing will change it,
Even if I wish it may.
The scars will remain,
Forever a burden on my soul.
I’ll never be allowed to forget,
I’ll always feel that dark hole.
The razor slid so easily,
Over my smooth, weak skin.
I never thought ahead,
Never cared about my sin.
I’m haunted, endlessly,
By the scars I now bear.
Wish they would vanish,
But they won’t– How unfair.
I know it’s my own fault,
I created my own personal hell.
But that’s in my past,
Those feelings are now an empty shell.
My future is bright,
I have all the love I’ll ever need.
My past burdens and fears,
Everything I did is now freed.
(2013)
Old poem, I no longer do this nor do I feel the urge. I say this so one decides I'm suicidal. I am, in fact, very happy with my life at the moment.
