Perhaps the feelings in my chest
mistook my rib cage for a prison and decided to start a riot
Because they've been swelling in my body, threatening to break it
Causing havoc in my system, making me ache in anguish for very part
I want to pour them all out but words won't open the faucet
and my wrists are too numb to make soft pen strokes
I feel like ripping my skin open and letting all the emotion pour out of me
Perhaps this body is indeed a prison
and my feelings aren't the only ones who are trapped
I am too.
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
