Thoughts...

When you think about it so many people cut,
but they hide their scars under linen, and lace
pretend it'll all fade away,
but it never really does,
those scars last forever even if they fade from the surface,
their always there,
to remind you of the past,
of the things that made you stronger then you were before.

But these scars that I hide under cotton and silk,
Reminders that I was a mistake,
Scars that criss cross up and down my back,
Reminders of a drunk whose temper was foul and unreasonable.
A memory of a young girl beatin in place of her horse.

Bruises that cover,
beatin again.
Just hold on,
You can make it out of this.
Stay strong,
Keep smiling, it's all you have left.

The hope of a brighter day,
The day when razorbaldes won't mare your flesh,
The day when the beatings come to an end.
The day when you can finally run away.
Keep hoping for that day, because it will be glorious.

by mariana
posted on 06/27/2008