When you think of me, how do you remember me?
Do you bathe and secretly remember you bathed in my blood?
Do you picture me, as I lay on the floor without life, bearing a knife?
Do you see me hanging there by the tie, as a closed affair?
One way or another
When you remember me, think of me as I am, not as I was.
Friend or foe, think what you thought, without approval to be sought.
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Cracks In The Concrete
PoetryThis book is the progress I make over the years trying to detangle years of childhood trauma and mental issue's. To anyone else it may seem completely incomprehensible but that's okay. I write for the reason all writers write, paper is a better lis...
