Kind of lonely today...feel like writing. Probably not going to be my best, but oh well, it's my thread, lol...

Fateless Inconsistancies
Months pass by,
and nothing changes.
Pain ceases,
the scars fade,
but memories stay the same.

Flashes of light in the darkness,
the steaminess of late summer
bringing me back to a place I don't want to be.
A nightmare of broken glass,
a torment of twisted metal.
Shattered skin, bloodstained clothes,
my fingers groping nothing.

Maybe if I could blame,
it would be easier.
Maybe if there was someone to hate,
I could scream and rail
at these fateless inconsistancies.

This lack of acceptance tortures me.
If only they could understand.
If only I could make them see me,
show them the scars of my mind
are much deeper
than those of my skin,
which preoccupy them.

I'm still here, aren't I?
Nobody's broken me yet.
My body was battered,
my mind raped and assaulted,
but I'm still alive.
I'm stronger than they thought.

Time goes by
in a heartless instant,
a flash of light,
a moment of pain,
and life is over in a heartbeat.
How close I came to losing it all.
How did I make it to this day?

I clawed my way from the depths of scarred metal.
I struggled from a broken shell.
I will pull myself out
of these fateless inconsistancies.
I will take back my life.