These scars on my arms and legs
don't make me feel afraid.
Please understand and please believe
that this pain is the best for me.
I can't control the anger in me,
that's why I make myself bleed.
I watch the feelings of hurt and pain
slowly flow out from my veins.
I want to tell you,
I want you to know.
But if you cared, you'd see the pain...
because I let it show.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Shatter
PoetryA collection of poems filled with heartbreak, imperfection, and faults that we find in our world, in ourselves, and in other people.
