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Lost.

My scars are fading, I’m losing my mind. My tears are falling; I’m running out of time.
I’m scared of what this might bring; just the thought of losing it all scares the hell out of me. It’s hard to deal with yet I keep finding myself holding on, I find this little light within my soul that I never saw before.
I feel lost without the scars that tell my story, the marks that are a constant reminder of all the pain others caused me and all the pain I caused myself. Reflecting the hurt and shame others casted on me and instead of standing up for me I have been hurting me.
I have been inflicting all the hurt, pain and shame on myself to try and make it stop, to ease the pain, ease my mind, set free my soul, release the demons in my head, set them free from behind my eyes.
My scars are fading and I feel lost without them, I feel condemned from the games my mind went through. People who stuck needles through my back laughed as I fall down and bleed out the girl I use to be and I consumed this thing that lives beneath me.
Deep inside the fiery depths of my mind, almost soundlessly it whispers things in my ear.

(2014)

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