Who Am I?

my friend was literally scribbling this down as i said it.

Who are you?

he said

as he took both of my hands

in his

Who am I?

I said

 

I am the dark

empty soul

who is

sheltered

by tatty, scarred skin

bleeding emotions

pour out of me

in a hurricane

of anti depressants

and attempts at suicide

 

I am falling

out of this

broken, cruel

life

that refuses to

catch me

despite

my desprate cries for help

my burning conscience

telling me

to let it go

 

everything inside me

ripping at my flesh

the monsters

inside me

crawling up my spine

demonds standing at the edge

of the crumbling escrarpment

stepping

on my frail fingers

 

I still try to hold on

even as I am

slipping

i still have that one

tiny shread

of hope

you gave me

a long time ago

 

i have been holing on to

that precious piece

of optimism

for all this time

because

its all i've had

 

so when you aks me

who i am

the answer is quite simple

Dear-

I am

a

beautiful

mistake

 

 

                   

    

Reviews

[TheHiddenandForgotten]

this is amazing. it flows very well and it is personal yet a lot of people could probably relate to this. this is very good