Kyle M., Iowa: It’s What I Know

It’s What I Know


From my past, the way I use to handle my pain Was different than the norm, I took a knife and engraved Gave myself cuts, for a lot of reasons I was giving up, I was upset, grievin’ Trying to figure out what wasn’t and was real So I took a blade, put it to my skin to feel To make sure wasn’t a dream, a figment of my imagination That what was happening to me, wasn’t somehow my creation And when I did it, it became an addiction Everyday I needed it, this is nonfiction Even though a lot of times I wish it was, but it was never to be My childhood, a dark rising, in my eyes when it wasn’t, I see That the way I perceived things was a hell of a lot different Though they were bad and stinged, my mind was insufficient To comprehend when things went down I raised up out of the ashes from the ground My soul’s no phoenix and I mean this My soul’s tainted and dark, mind twisted, heart is torn apart This is my story and this is how it goes so far I’m the darkness in the sky, not a shining star This inner pain that never shows It’s all that I have ever known I walk down this road, with my thoughts alone This plane of existence, I call home This is one of the deep pits of my soul I know this, cause pain is what I know Inside my head, there are a lot of battles Many me dead, my internal walls rattle My mind’s land scarred, with buildings collapsed A lot of hopes and ideas, shattered like glass A lot of fragments embedded in me, ripping and shearing


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