If you were to look inside me. I would imagine it to be full of mold and maggots.
I see myself as rotting. Tear my rib cage open.
See my moldy heart, and my lungs full of maggots.
My blood is thick as it spills out.
Open my eyes. They aren't there anymore.
They saw too much.
Check my ears. My drums burst from all I heard.
Look at my hands. My nails have chipped. My hands are full of dirt.
They almost turned fully black.
My legs are broken and bruised. They carried too much weight.
My spine snapped when I gave up.
I wanted to live. Why couldn't you save me? I was your little girl. I was just a child. You said you loved me. You said you cared.
Why couldn't you shield my eyes? Where were you when you had to cover my ears?
I want to live.
I wanted to live.
Why couldn't I be saved? I was still alive. You had time to help me. You never cared, did you? All you ever saw was a lost kid. You never wanted to help me. You never did love me.
You only said those things so you wouldn't feel bad for not giving a fuck.
-Vinnie
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Book of Flesh & Blood
PoetryIt's just a collection of my poetry. I hope you guys enjoy it. I mainly write in metaphor so you can make your own meaning of my writing. some parts have gore or sensitive topics. please be careful. Have a lovely day. make sure to take care of yours...
