My hands feel the worded bruise
As I throw them up
To protect myself
Rather than pack a punch
I feel the facade
Dribble down my neck
As it all begins to
Just melt away
The blood on my wrists
Turns to solid
When I don't bother
To wipe it away
Let today feel my wrath
As I stand up
And show my sass
For what I care about
Who cares though
Not one
No one
But me
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Walled In
شِعرI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
