That last time you stabbed me in the back
I saw the scars you'd silently left
And I just thought I should let you know
that I never really did know
all those times you cut me so
but now that I have realized I've thickened
this isn't the same broken skin
and you should know that because what you've done
I have to live with thicker blood
and thank the God that watches down
that you can't leave those marks on me now
and curse the devil that watches up
that there is pain with thicker blood
because with each time it protects
it hurts to move through the viens of my neck
so now I can't hold my head high
and yes, I've got the shame
but at least now with this hurt
I won't have to feel the pain
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Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...