i am not delicate
i do not cut my wrists to hurt myself,
i cut them to damage the ropes that bind me to this life
i am not delicate
i do not punch the roads and trees out of weakness
i do not cry out of pain
i do these to justify my anger
i am not delicate
though i will break in your hands if you handle me too carefully
i will shatter like glass if you press your lips to my temple and pray away my hurts
i am not delicate
i will not go down without a fight
i will live for my life, i will not live to survive
i am not a child
i am not delicate
but i am broken
i am not delicate
but i am half a person
and half a broken heart
YOU ARE READING
I am Angry, I am Broken
Poesía*MAY BE TRIGGERING* words that flow from my lips as easily as tears flow from my eyes. i am angry and i am hurt. these are my thoughts written on a screen. these are my weakest times made vulnerable by society, and i am done hiding if you feel as...
