Let the wind blow
And the rain wash over me
My dark thoughts are eating away at every good memory.
Self-sabotage
I dress to kill
My every chance
At feeling for real.
I tried to keep myself from the cracks
I tried to snap back
But I feel the familiar embrace of bad memories.
Crying for me to come back.
Take a shot, I pray
Grasp your mind around a positive thought, they say
Instead I spill time by
Feeding my every mood
Mind dysmorphia getting the better of me
Self-love but with an attitude
It’s easier to be this way
When in the darkness it’s all I can remember
How it felt to be used and abused
By love, by friendship, by father.
My trust turns in its early grave
The bed becoming the product of pain
Images flash in the every day
I tremor at the thoughts in your head
When you took off the covers.
Innocence interrupted
By the shutter of a camera and a heavy breath.
I was all alone and frozen
By mistrust and confusion
With one look at the wall
My chest hollows at the unease
The feeling of affliction determined without description
I am still trying to remember the events that occurred thereafter.
Kyra Edwards 