If I could map it all out on my skin
And make it physical so I could make sense of the pain
I'd point to every scar and explain why I'm this way.
As it is I'm left with a cage of ribs around my heart.
Your knife of emotions can't even get past my skin.
Whereas my knife of hatred has left
One too many scars without reason.
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Use Your Words
PoetryThis is a poem about the words right here in this book. Watch me laugh and smile then take a look Into the deepest corners of my mind. Please don't fear for what you might find. Don't cower from the truth. This is my revolution. I refuse to be silen...
