You said it yourself,
You love the way I break...
When my hands begin to tremble,
And my voice begins to shake.
You said it yourself,
You liked to see me in tears...
Drowning in misery,
Sinking in grief.
You've always smiled wickedly
As I bleed,
And as you read the words,
That killed me once,
You know now...
That there's no wound,
Only a scar,
It's the mark of survival,
Tattooed on my skin...
I earned it, I fought for it.
For now I'm happy,
And positive that none can break me again like you did...
YOU ARE READING
The Burning Embers
PoetryPoetry Book, "Behind her eyes hides a galaxy, sometimes some stars flow down her cheeks where they can find warmth..." "Watch the rain little pluviophile..." "You meant to me what angels mean to skies..." "Dare to dream, Fight to rise, And believe t...
