Marked and Scarred

I hate the person living on the surface

I hate the wounds that I inflict upon myself

These marks are mine,

The only thing I can control

And the only beautiful thing about me

I hate the people in my head

They remind me of the bad things

So many bad things

I wonder if there are any good things left

The voices remind me how ugly I am

How wretched

How useless

How worthless I am

And I am gone away

A whisper of a cloud around a cold, morose moon

I am the man in the moon

Alone and marked

Scarred and unable to change, adjust

Lying broken in the grime

I faint

And die

Alone

So scarred