Open the skies
Release the disguise
Help as I open the case
The one with tools to take away this place
Small and clear,
Though intentions aren't
Small and clear
Filled with my every fear
Shiny with sharp edges
Hanging from ledges
Blood smeared from the last,
Feared, I shall not last
Open slowly, take across the skin
No inflicting, just feeling the pain within
Grasping the full extent of Hell
These shiny tools have seen, but never tell
To contemplate the full cost
Relief for the broken heart lost
Deep in the skin, it tears
Apart the scars, the shiny wares
Fills and floods
Spills and flows
Nothing, no one will ever know
Spread wide open, one too deep
But satisfying to keep
Scared, what have I done?
Wait, I need more, just one
Fall to the floor
Dizzy, I succumb
Too weak to feel, I've gone numb
Staring at the ceiling fading in and out
Caring without feeling, no more doubt
So open the skies,
Release the disguise
The one held in front for those to think
I'm really not as happy as you think
Open the skies,
And the shiny tool cries
Up and out, into the skies
The shiny tools wither away,
They take the pain away
Open the veins,
The sky and the pains
Release the skies
My heart, my mind,
Dies.
6/23/17
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ShaneM Original Poetry Collection
PoetryTW: Dark and graphic emotions/thoughts. I am updating this collection of poetry as I have kind of left it alone for a long time. I started this in 2017, and while I have written many poems over the years, I have also stopped writing for a long time...
