the burden of the world shows on your face
so much hurt and pain upon that pretty face
i see the scars of painful memories
you replaced one kind of pain for another
you tried to die when it was not your time
you’ve cried yourself to sleep
pain is the best strategy you have
pin for pain works
at least for you
you’re afraid to tell him about certain things
afraid he’ll turn away like all the others
the new cuts that might turn into scars
hope he doesn’t feel them on your back
YOU ARE READING
Short Book of Poetry
PoetryWhenever I'm upset, I write poetry. Whenever I'm stuck on something in a story, I write poetry. Whenever I fall in love, I write poetry. It's a way of life.
