Scars..

These scars are just reminders of what I don’t wanna feel.
Those drugs are just an escape from everything that’s real.
This food is a reminder of the monster I used to be.
How sickly thin I looked, but I just didn’t see.
My bedroom brings nightmares of what he used to do.
My poems are filled with my pain, what I have to go through.
This life of mine its just a lie.
Trying to be happy, when I just wanna cry.

Hayley ©