Bruises
Tasting blood,
Broken bones,
Leaving bruises in my soul.
Knees on the floor begging for help,
Making my world a highway to hell,
Throat tired by screaming,
Wishing I was dreaming.
My head spinning,
My heart racing,
I can't stand what I'm facing.
Each scar told a story,
Nights when pain took glory.
You won't stop until I believe in every word you say,
That I know isn't true,
This is a constant battle,
A whole pattle,
A broken record that won't stop to rattle.
By Natalia Rojas, Step 9
