It's okay to be imperfect
It's okay that you're not perfect
So here's the verdict
Cracks in the surface, of your skin
They're the demons that you let in
So you let the blood spill
Bleeding from darkest night 'till
The sun rise of despair
Let dread fill the air
Because you are not perfect
This world only knows the surface
Of you
Let the blood spill through
You are a human being
You have cuts and scars and wounds all over
But so does everyone else
No one is perfect
Everyone cuts their own wounds
And everyone bleeds
Just some, don't show it
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated Bliss
Poetry"This is the mindscape carved by a blade, engraved into my mind. The same blade I used to carve the word Happy into my skin" ~ Assassain_Music #18 in MentallyUnstable #967 in Anxiety..that's impressive-right??
