I dont like this
I dont want it to continue
The blood is seeping out
The cuts on my thigh
My little box of pain
Is what I've come to call it
Because within it contains
The truth in the lies
Movement, pressure
Makes it flair
Strait faced
No tears
Secrets, secrets
Buried here
Beneath the skin
Razor's edge
Plain simple
Complexity
I just want
To be free
YOU ARE READING
Just A Troubled Mind Looking For Peace
PoetryA collection of lyrically inclined phrases that have popped into my head over the years. ~B.A.L.K Much love. Hard love.
