with my lips dripping Blood and my dress Trailing jewels, My insecurities hidden between each Fold of silk, saying "I can **** if I must//" but I won't
The kind where after cryingΒ Β my eyes are red- (Not from sadness But) from anger and dissociation, and people fear what I have not said-- With myΒ Β heart stitches torn open, and ink Seeping through