Lash out,
Punch things,
That route,
Only pain brings.
Wear bandages to school,
Say you punched the wall
Because damn aren't you cool.
The next day the pain is anything but tame,
You say it was an accident
Because now you feel shame.
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Poetry from a broken soul
PoetryPoems written by me. Do not use without permission. Do not claim as your own. But hey, you probably will anyway. What's the point of asking you not to?
Broken wrist
Lash out,
Punch things,
That route,
Only pain brings.
Wear bandages to school,
Say you punched the wall
Because damn aren't you cool.
The next day the pain is anything but tame,
You say it was an accident
Because now you feel shame.