My face is red.
My chin has bleed.
I'll wait for the bruises to go away,
But the deep ones will never fade.
But maybe I just need to grow up.
I need to learn to deal with the pain.
Or maybe I'll just rewire my brain;
So then I can no longer feel pain.
That way;
I won't have to wait for the bruises to go away.
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A/N: I know that the beginning is the very similar to "Dead", (cause I literally took it from that one cause I'm a lazy bi-... Butter role.) And I can do what I want!
Also.... Um I know I said that they'd get longer and stuff as time goes on but..... I SUCK!
I'M VERY AWARE!
Anyways, bye-bye!
BTW IM PUBLISHING THIS ON MY BIRTHDAY!
no one probably care but ... I don't care.
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Occupational Hazard
Poetryjust a bunch of poems and other random shit that I wrote. If you have a problem with what I write, and you feel it is worth my time. Please politely bring it to my attention and we can talk about it over some virtual tea and biscuits. *Warning** So...
