Don't worry, I'm okay, nothing is wrong with me, this was written by me to a friend who I care about a lot who is in a lot of pain. The only thing I can do for her is help her to feel any other emotion other than sadness, so I hope to move her with something beautiful, I hope you enjoy~
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My body is my canvas
I play myself like a violin
The marks that I make
Always seem too thin
The deeper they are
The better they feel
But I'm left with ugly scars
And no way to heal
My body is my canvas
And I'm painting my scars
My body is my instrument
My sound; morbid guitars
The more I do it
The less I feel alive
Just throw me in the ocean
And to my death I'll dive
My tune is so soulful
Yet my body is empty
I don't understand
This treacherous beauty
This is how I escape
How I solve everything
I wear my scars on my sleeve
And let the pain begin
When will my heart escape
From pain's sweet progression
My body is my canvas
And they call this depression.
~Jiminy~
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How I Feel (Poetry)
PoetryMostly just thoughts to paper- I write what I feel and there's little else to it~ Please don't copy any of my poems to any social networking sites, or claim them to be your own, thank you~ All photos used in my book are credited to their owner :)
