melancholy ;; poems & shit

Bruises

I have all these bruises,

From people who don't see,

That I'm actually a great person.

Oh how my knees bleed.

If you haven't already noticed,

I never hurt you this bad.

And all the pain you've caused me,

Has really made me sad.

My eyes swell with tears,

And I feel like I'm blind.

I can't even believe you,

But the time... A whole long year.

Now let me sleep away the days,

With all the pain I carry.

And hope and pray,

That the day is less wary.