My wrist tells a story about a painful past
a story about how I did not want my life to last
My wrist tells a story about me and my pain
a story about how my mind went insane
My wrist also causes me to be silent
for I think about the pain and how violent
My wrist is a reminder of it all
to the time where I couldn’t stand but fall
My wrist brings me back to the day where I had nothing else to say
But write on paper and tell everyone goodbye
Oh how my wrist makes me sigh
My wrist represents a time where I felt lost
a time where I wanted to go,no matter the cost
A time where I tried, but couldn’t succeed
a time where the blade came when i was in need
And my wrist allows the past to hold onto me
my wrist leaves me blind, happiness I can’t see
I am empty , lost, and I can’t be bliss
I know and feel all this , because of my wrist
-November 2016
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Some Pretty Mistakes | ✓
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