Cherry red roads mapped on my wrist
The cruelties against me printed on my mind
Scars on my soul
Raw and never-healing.
Bottles emptying,
Body getting filled
With whatever might silence the murmurs.
Gasping for air each night
As the hand of nightmares
Tries to throttle my neck.
So everyday,
I try to fight back,
Map another road,
Empty another bottle.