Prepare to see
What's under my sleeve
A scrawling map of red lines
The object of all those times
The times you'd tell me that you'd stay
And I'd open my eyes and you'd already run away
The times you told me how we were in love
But now I'm vulnerable and hurt, like a wingless dove
You tell me things that make me cry
People tell me that they'd like me to die
I can't understand why it hurts
But nothing helps, just makes things worse
You tell me that we're always okay
Then you'd hurt me again, just the next day
At least you'll wait 24 hours
To lay on the insults just like a shower
They pour down onto my skin
Until one by one, they all sink in
No one wants me, no one cares
And when I cry, they all just stare
They point and laugh and make their jokes
And laugh even harder when I choke
But one day you'll go a bit too far
And those wounds'll be too deep to scar
They'll bleed and bleed but I won't cry
Because now you're happy, now I'll die
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Poetry• Everything here is mine • Do not copy and claim as your own - give credit • I apologize in advance and warn you of any cussing • Basically just poems - mostly rhyming • You may find some poetry disturbing - sorry... :/ • Regardless, hope you ta...
