Scary thoughts
Write it down,' they said
'Transform your thoughts into poetic ideas.'
But how do I voice this silent scream?
How do I decide on a topic when each holds a part of me?
It will take a lifetime to decode this
How do I make my mind rhyme when it can barely produce enough serotonin?
How do I face the very demons I'm trying to escape
They will laugh at my face
When I try to pen their character traits
'Your poem is your story,' they said
But how do I add a plot twist at the end?
Even Nelson Demille lacks that particular skill
Accomplished author that he is
I hold a whole library inside my head
But if it's a story you need
Take a look at my arms
And let my scars speak
My tales are penned in crimson ink
Anguished words best read in the dark
tend to leave a mark on those who read
What started as a thought
Found it's way to a script
Ideas stepped out of the shadows
As the verses revealed
What my many layers conceal
I never wrote about love
A topic exhausted by even amateur poets
I picked a less exciting theme
The sick pleasure I get whenever I cut myself
The scars on my wrists that my therapist tries not to see
How it feels to live a waking death
Insanity and short intervals of horrible sanity
I wrote about how it felt to be mentally