Suicidal thoughts run deep in my mind like the penetration of the man who has raped a young child of her innocence.
The pain from an imperfect life and broken reputation has killed all of my dreams leaving me empty,
Lifeless,
Hopeless.
While the battle to ignore, and move past the past, forgive, rebuild or abandon a dead me leaves me bleeding
Bloody,
Torn,
Sick.
Sick of the life I have lived
Sick of the punctured soul within
There is none
There
IS
NONE
No respect
Enormous regret
Perpetuated accidents
Incidents on replay
Recorded repeatedly making me hate my life again and again…
Breathe…
Courage
Faith
Strength
The knowledge that I am not alone, removes the gun that once lay under my pillow,
Erases the bruises that were once covered by baggy clothes,
Cures the disease that is carried in my purse,
And creates the love that has never been.
Always in reach, yet never given life because of ignorance
Ugliness
My
Forgiveness begins
And
Suicidal thoughts ran deep inside yet now removed because of my love invented to purify.
The soul that was once punctured is now healed
Me
The epitome of an imperfect perfection
Recreated to love the skin I am in
Me.