Call us Ice Queens
Because we're too mean
Not willing to let anyone in
Call us Emo chicks
And time bombs that tick
Knowing that we'll never win
But it's not like we were conceived to be this way
And it's not like you'll see us break day by wretched day
Because you only see what you want
You don't think for one second that these people are going through some real shit
Break ups, break downs, dying inside bit by bit
And at what cost does your judgement pay
Not taking the time to filter the words you say
Can you not see the wounds you are opening?
The bullets you are putting through their chest?
The stabs and jabs at their mind?
They are not the lab rat to your cruel experimental test
Wanting to see how far you can take it
Before that very person breaks
And knowing that the remedies within that first-aid kit
Won't do anything to seal those bloody hits
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Hurt
PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
