I wish I could take your hand
and guide it to my weakest point
to all the shatters and broken pieces
that have been smashed down.
Guide it in a way that you just stroke it
and feel the sharp edges that once
cut me into pieces
so that I don't have to explain
why I'm still bleeding.
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War of Thoughts
PoetryJust some deep thoughts I have at 2am and unspoken truths I never dared to say out loud.
