"I'd raise my wrist
And clench my fist
I'd smile as she'd miss
The scars that exist
I'd say, "No scars,"
Despite my lie
And friendships of ours
She'd grab my thigh
She'd see me flinch
And cross her arms
She'd give a pinch
And use those charms
To make me stop
And make me see
And I would drop
Who I used to be
The cuts will heal
Memories stay
But when I feel
I'm not okay
I'll do it again
Revert to violence
The hate contained
Is why I love silence"
-c. e.
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PoetryI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
