After the Storm

As broken promises
Drip to the floor,
I start to hate myself,
More and more.
The crimson river
Runs so red,
And symbolizes my wish
To be dead.
Out of control
Out of my mind,
These scars on my arm
I just can't hide.
Scars reminding me,
Of my uncontrollable
Failure.
Someday , perhaps,
I'll be a little less
Haywire.
I stop to think,
Of where I went wrong.
The turn in the road,
That brought me to this miserable place.
Mistakes keep rising,
I keep lying,
I won't let anyone
See the damage after
The storm.

by writingmysoulsdiary
posted on 04/14/2008