Today I am not myself
my skin isn't mine and these thoughts do not belong to me
I feel as if I could easily rip my skin apart
That my emotions are too extreme
That me Skylar will not be good enough
oh no this is not an empowering poem
these are feelings that have yet to express in a healthy way
feelings I'm unsure of how to express
how do you explain to your loved ones that after four years
you still ache for pain
you see it as if you must punish yourself for something you did
or even that it'll let you have control over something
the one thing you can or cannot do
it's yours to decide not someone else's
unlike how you had to no control over mama leaving
or dad
or the bad man that creeps into bedrooms
you can't control those things
About the Creator
Skylar Cribb
This is how I choose to control what's going on inside my soul
Stay tuned
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.