Clawing through empty sheets
Scratching at unpolished skin
Using our hands as weapons
Make marks on others who left scars on your mind
You get blamed
You get harder to reach
That old emotional wound starts to hurt again with a new purpose
You let it this time
Unable to break free with locked up hands
YOU ARE READING
Kimya Dawson
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems. Most of them are weird, and almost all of them are based on my life.
