i'm not your charity case

i am the lava running through my veins
cauterising every stab wound
decorating my discoloured spine
bruised from the years i spent
wasting away, dreaming disasters in the sky

i am the metallic echo
bounding in my hollow chest
my steel heart punctuating
every reluctant breath
dragged into my unwilling lungs

i am the mountain ranges
and canyons carved into
the marred landscapes of my wrists
unwanted memories collecting there
like rain streaming from a window pane

i am the lighting flashing in my eyes
screaming silent warnings to
any brave foolish enough to get close
for only the insane chase after storms

i am the fog that dulls my senses
until i yearn for any sensation at all
anything to prove my existence

i am the emptiness that fills me
the blank gaze that stares from behind
the tainted looking glass

i am the bone shattering sadness
that weighs down my soul
with promises of peace
on the floor of the Mariana trench

i am not broken. i am not desperate to be fixed.
i am not a tragedy to be pitied.
i don't need your help to survive.
i need you to read the words
i will never dare to utter
i beg of you
save me

Reviews

[B]

Self denial in the striking of real words
Very creative
Strength in weakness

Great piece here

[JayceeC]

There is not one thing I would change here. I really liked the use of the scratch through. You used it to good affect to make the point between what is and what you let people see. I really liked this piece. It reminds me of my Interior Landscapes which is what you have painted for us here: a picture of your interior. This was fun to read with he scratch outs because it almost read like editorial pauses so when the words changed like brave to foolish, My brain actually reads, "warnings to any brave-- no foolish enough..." this one gets a hundred. Enjoyed everything from structure to word usage and imagery (especially of your heart)