# Poem #65: Alone

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Pain, Poetry

#66 of Poetry

This poem was inspired by a good friend of mine who used to cut herself. When you're in pain, you feel like you're all alone in the world.

_Alone_

Two boys sit alone in the dark:  
One has love and the other hate.  
Two friends from birth they became,  
Only to have the world break them apart.

The boy with love  
Remembers days when his father  
Walked in the doorway smelling  
Of urine, alcohol, and bile;  
When his father's hands  
Clenched into fists and beat  
Against his son's skin.  
He remembers all the bruises  
Hidden beneath black cloth;  
Eyes cast down in shame  
Wishing he could escape the pain.

He remembers days when he sought guidance;  
Walked into doorways where others  
Were waiting there smiling at him.  
They talked about the evils  
To close the wounds inside.

The boy with hate  
Can't stand going home each day  
To see his mother with a needle  
In her arm. Her arms  
Are red from scratching at  
Imaginary things, and her hair  
Is falling out in clumps.

He can't bear the sight  
Of her slow, agonizing death,  
So he takes the knife  
And slices with cool steel  
Across his skin. Rivulets of  
Blood drip down his arm,  
Releasing his agony inside.

The boy with love  
Trembles beneath scars from memory.  
The boy with hate  
Makes scars on his arm today.

These two boys are forced to become men,  
Forced to deal with their own pain;  
But they both need relief,  
And so find each other.  
Each sits in pain and misery:  
Two men sit alone, in the dark, together.

~bhscorch

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