I write poems about the thoughts
and I draw flowers from the scars
I turn bottles into vases
I call this damage art
I send the feelings to the hole
where used to lay my heart
so I can pretend
me and my "problems" are a world apart
I know these thoughts do not rhyme
and on my skin, the scars will lie
i know to hold all these bottles is not wanting to say goodbye
i know this damage is real
but then so is this art
so I will continue to write
as it tears me apart
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
I write poems about the thoughts
and I draw flowers from the scars
I turn bottles into vases
I call this damage art
I send the feelings to the hole
where used to lay my heart
so I can pretend
me and my "problems" are a world apart
I know these thoughts do not rhyme
and on my skin, the scars will lie
i know to hold all these bottles is not wanting to say goodbye
i know this damage is real
but then so is this art
so I will continue to write
as it tears me apart