Insecurity at it’s best.
These cuts and the rest…
Because of doubts and such grief.
Now to this for relief?
Passed by every other.
So why even bother?
Getting so far…
Only to repeat each scar.
Tears will fall as always.
Repeat to count the days?
Perhaps it was due.
To show intentions true.
Blood stained glass.
These thoughts could pass…
But they’re entertained by doubt.
She wanted out.
Is that what she got?
Her tears were hot.
They hit the ground.
Without a sound.
As the cuts were made.
Will these scars fade?
Perhaps faster than the inside.
But slower the longer they hide…
What was now to give in?
What could have been…


About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

4 responses »

  1. Jillien says:

    very intense writing. its hard being young and in pain. not sure what to do with yourself. great emotive poem.


  2. Jingle says:

    perfect rhyming..

    bless you, have fun today.

  3. wyomingdiva says:

    Letting that pain out through writing – very healing!

  4. lunawitch15 says:

    Heartfelt and deep. 🙂 like it!

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