Thursday, April 04, 2013

Damaged Goods

Feel I have no value, my flesh itself feels cheap

Smile on the outside but, deep inside I weep

Self worth is torn up, and shattered, my scars hide deep inside

Face held high as I move forward, inside I cower and hide

My demons blows reign down upon me always but, its true face never seems to show

Screaming loudly from inside but, outside nobody knows

Bruises fade away with time but, the damage always stays

It's that damage I carry with me as I lumber through my days

If your pain is not visible, is it still real?

If it's from your past, is it something that you can still feel?

Is rising from the ashes even possible?  Can I still stand up?

If I can't find my inner value is it even something I can still buildup?

God, and others love me but, why can't I?

For me to survive, and be happy, I will just have to rise up and try


  1. WOW - amazing. Thank you for sharing this! New follower here. I'm stopping by from the "A to Z" challenge and I look forward to visiting again.


    1. Thank you so much for your compliment and follow. I really appreciate it.

  2. That is one freaky image up there!

    1. Ya, it is. I hope that doesn't say something about me that I liked it.

  3. Wow mate, I truly enjoyed reading this poem 'Damaged Goods' and the last line summed it up for me. Regardless to what goes on, we have to just get up and keep trying. Great post. Must stop by to read some more.

    1. Thank you. Those were very kind words. I hope to see you around soon and often. Thanks for coming by and commenting!