Written words
They say to treat your body as your temple,
But we carve intricate designs into them all the time.
The slits on my wrist are my design,
They tell my story just the same.
They tell of My Frustration
My Sorrow
My Pain
My Loneliness
My anger on myself
They tell of the things I regret,
The things I cant take back.
They tell the things that I've tried so hard to be but failed.
They tell of all the people I let down,
The people who look at me in disgust of who I am.
But they don't know I look at myself the same,
Trapped inside my broken temple.
The temple that I carve new designs into everyday.
My temple, carved with so many designs I can not count. That's where I stay.
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My Poems
PoetrySo these are my poems. I'm updating slowly but surely. Just give me time and it'll happen. Thanks guys!!
