Brisk words skim across us
People are the society
Creating us like a perfect castle
Cookie cutters disrespect us
We are the ones with bloody wrists
Listening like a wild cat to prey
Stained streaks of us parallel to our body's
Or parallel to heaven and hell
Girls move their lips in such a way
We are the ones with bloody wrists
Invincible or unbreakable
Those boys will never know
So ssshhh, and produce some blood
That's all we're asking.
Right?
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
