i was alive
i was in control
the blood forcing its way out
of the chasms
i'd carved out on my arms
were an unfriendly reminder
that i was alive
i knew that you had not killed me
not yet
i was alive
I
was
in
control.
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men don't cry [Poetry]
Poetry[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/1...