Writing Prompt

We are strong

We are brave

We have been through it all

The thick and the thin

The ups and downs

We have faced life straight on

We have fought all of it’s battles

We wear our scars with pride

They show where we have been

And are medals of our strength...

Yours isn’t ticking right.

You say your chest is hollow and tin-like

But when I walk into the room,

You turn into a cartoon

With a heartbeat in your eyes.

I loved you until I lost you

And then the sight of you became unbearable.

Loneliness plagued me with midnight fevers,

Shivering something terrible.

I went to bed

And woke up on the floor

With an ache in my head.

Your ghost haunts the memory f...

That if not healed

Still ooze when scratched

Still bruise

If not handled right

But when touched by a loving hand

Magically they fade away

They make us perfectly imperfect

But only for the right one

Otherwise

We just scar our hearts more

...

The saddest, empty

hollow hearts,

They love to tear

and rip apart .

Their damaged hearts,

Have now turned black.

From all the abuse,

neglect and

Abandonment.

They can trust no one,

Not even themselves.

They run and run ,until

they fade into the black.

You see, the scars

On our hearts we

never get back ....

You tore me apart,

Left me bleeding on the ground,

Discarded; Alone.

You left me to die

Alone in the dark of night

Concused and bruised

You hurt me so much

you dug deep into my skin

You shattered my trust

The scars on my heart

Telling the story of you

And the end of me

…

🫀...

Get me out

Get me out

Get me out

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

I’m crawling out of my skin

In desperation to escape

I can no longer deny

My inevitable fate

If there’s anything I could possibly do

To get the Hell out of here

I would do it in a second

And carve a smile from ear to ear

“Purpose” doesn’t mean happy

Emotions are no longer what I care for

I’m drivin by the restlessness and rage

Of ...

She could feel it,

not see it—

that aching pain—

that corroded

and bruised

and twisted

and slashed

stars and diamonds

into

her bleeding heart.

Soon became scars....

Words are meaningless

No they’re not

You told her you’d always love her

You told her you’d marry her

You told her you’d never hurt her

And I liked you till I hated what you did

When you left her so you hurt her and no longer loved or planned to marry her

But then I became the girl that was the reason it was believed

I didn’t want to hurt him, so I told him I loved him

I didn’t want to upset him ...

We were killed long ago

As we were stabbed to death by some crazed guy

Having such woe

Contemplating why it happened, why?

How can I still think, still write?

Well, both my lover and I died

Buried under ground, hidden from the light

There were people around, who were upset, who cried

And that was it

Nothing, nothing at all happened after dying

Nothing changed, not a bit

It was just us buried tog...

When he found her, she was confident in herself, but he could see in her eyes the fire inside.

Once he got to know her, she saw the shambles and ruins she was in.

The scars on her heart were almost too much to believe.

So he decided he’d make this his task.

He healed her heart and made it beat again.

The scars on your heart.

We’re his too.

He healed her, and she healed him too.

The scars on our he...