The blade is a comfort in hard times
Just a slice of skin and it all feels fine
Carving emotion pain into something physical
Hot blood running down
It's a anchor when all you want to do is drown
They say don't open old wounds
But I somehow always do
All scars are beautiful
They're what make you, you
The hurt you feel now
Cannot compare to the joy coming
Just hold on a while longer
It'll all be OK
All you must do is just
Be brave.
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silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
