Physically Shakespeare
These scars are like stanzas
Written poetry of mistakes I've made
Never leaving my side
But only reminding me of my faults
I'm no longer sure if they please or destroy me.
I wish to go back to the days
Where written poetry was either spoken or read
Not physically created on skin
Where knives weren't paper
And my blood didn't write the words
Where tears of sadness or anger
Didn't create the want for a poem
Creation is supposed to be a blessing
Where life is created anew
But these scars keep reminding me
Of the creation that only made me worse.
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Injuries From My Mouth
PoetryThese are a collection of poems, quotes, or just straight up thoughts. TRIGGER WARNING!!!! If you are feeling depressed or sad or even angry about anything, please feel free to contact me... I love you all ❤
