The words on my skin are black
They twist and flow with no direction
Around and back
All up and down my arm
To black out all the harm
I wrote
Don't forget
And wrote
Who am I
And
Quotes
From songs
Sung by people
Who sing the words I cannot string together
The right way
without them
I am grateful
And I steal them
And put them on my arms
To cover up my scars
So no one sees the pain
So they think I am okay
It is pain I inflict upon myself
To let out my anger
To show it
To let out my sadness
And show it
I do not want attention
Please do look away
But I want someone to see me
Whole
And bare
With the cuts and bruises
I bear
To let my skin scream
Because I cannot
Say
The words
Help me
It is pain I inflict upon myself
To turn the pain I feel inside
Out
"My skin will scream, reminding me of who I killed inside my dream...there is no hiding for me. I'm forced to deal with what I feel; there is no distraction to mask what is real"
(Car Radio, Twenty-One Pilots)
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Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
