Scar Tissue

She was born pure and simple
Brought into the world so innocent, so delicate
She looked around, desiring knowledge
Yet fascinated only to the unthinkable

And down the pike, she became repulsive
Does not recognise happiness
Though to most, she seems content, calm, at ease

Yet she felt only soreness
The deeper she gazed into her own eyes,
She somehow sees only resentment

She can be high-strung
But often overshadowed by melancholia - her own gloom, the blue devils
Until she reached her depths

Tight-lipped, tongue-tied, close-mouthed, not even murmurs
The girl with the frown would only shrug
And later cut deep into her own skin

And the art on her body were not just scars
The masterpiece placed close to her wrists indicates the end of her war
"Forever fighting a battle," she said. "And the demons have won."

The razor was her paintbrush
Her body was the canvas
But her masterpieces were never on display
Only when she died today

-PRK-

Destroyed

Destroyed...
That's what I was
I was destroyed and my heart would weep silently
And I would ask myself how long will I just hold on to dreams and hopes
Then you came
Things weren't fixed but perhaps I was given hope
At least something to remember
Something to help me cope
I don't know what this is
It's like a euphoria
Something that hums at the other end
But now I'm just tired
Tired of uncertainties
Tired of sitting back
Tired of being on my own
Tired of being alone...
And destroyed

-PRK-