Scars

During my early teens my mind was frail and weak,

I had time on my hands to much time to think,

It's as if my arms played hide and seek,

The thought of being alone was my psyches' weakest link,

Wow was I truly insane?

 Was it all that I wanted to grab attention?

Caused thy own self more harm and pain,

My thoughts were skewed and viciously twisted thy perception,

Watching my blood rain onto the floor,

As it drips drops, drips drops, drips...

I thought that this made me feel better than before,

Thought that it was better than a hissy fit,

Why was it that i was always down and sad?

Could it be that my parents were no longer together?

Possibly? I haven't heard from mom let alone dad,

My only thoughts of him is ass meets leather,

You said that you were coming to see me,

Countless hours I spent staring out that window,

Waiting and waiting but it looks like you lied just to flee thee,

If it were up to me I'd have you bitten by a Black Widow,

Assuming that would untangle the web jumbled within my head,

Joyfully would have dug your graves with glee,

Still wouldn't have shame or remorse when your announced dead,

Tragically my higher power has intervened recently,

 I may never see you again,

Don't be surprised if i don't try to reach or contact,

Don't be upset if I think the only thing that understands,

Is my paper and pen.

Written By: Anthony J. Lebbert 

2014