• Poetry,  Speaking My Mind,  unzipped lips

    Gruesome

    Unzipping,

    I begin to pull my skin away-

    Off of my body

    Stepping out of it

    As if it were a body suit

    Flinging it into the dusty corner

    Where my hair resides

    I stare at myself in the mirror

    All muscles and bones

     

    Gagging,

    I begin to tear off my muscle

    Losing all of my strength

    Losing all that I’m made of

     

    Soon I’m just a skeleton

    The only muscles are a set of eyes

    My brain

    My heart

    I despise

    Myself

    So I yank my power source out

    It’s warm in my hand

    Squeezing it,

    The blood pours out

     

    Then go my eyes and brain

    Then I’m just another skeleton.

    Nobody special.

    Technically dead.

    But I’ve always been dead.

    © 2012 Vic Romero

    I wrote this when I was seventeen during my junior year of high school.  I had been struggling with my identity and accepting myself since I was around twelve and/or thirteen…I think that age is when most people begin to struggle with who they realize they are.  Anyway…I used to be really depressed and today I spent a lot of time reflecting on things and thinking…

    I’m proud of myself for finding self-peace…I no longer loathe and resent myself…I’m proud of who I am and I strive to be better as well.  I’ve come a long way and there’s a lot more to go on this road but I will not allow myself to ever feel the way I did in my past…I am strong and I am amazing and I am excited for what the future has in store for me.  Most importantly though, I feel alive.

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