My skin is paper
My veins a knife
I feel as if I'll fall apart
I'll be torn to shreds
Stained red
Then dissolve into the wood
Splinters will pierce the feet
Who dare tread upon me
Worn down
And stripped over the years
Uprooted & thrown
Burned & alone
Ashes reach for the sky
Withered & charred
Broken & scarred
I wish I had tears to cry
Reduced to nothing
I want to feel something
Alas, I have no new form.
-L
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoetryThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
