Skin Like Paper...
We mark our skin with felt tips
And pens
You would think we are just little kids
Writing notes to our friends
We mark our skin with knives
And blades
You would think we are war heros
As our wounds start to fade
But what you dont see is the pain
As the blood starts to dry
Making our legs and wrists feel like grain
What you dont see is the struggle
We close ourselves
Just trying to hide from the trouble
What you dont see is us
You just read our title
And see our covers
Our papery white skin
Is just another piece of paper
So we will draw on it
And we will cut it
We will do anything to keep us from loving it...
YOU ARE READING
Pins And Needles...
PuisiThis is just a collection of poems I'm writing at the moment. I want to sort of write a range of different types of poems, hopefully some that you guys can relate to.
