I have scars and bruises
in places where you'd have to
know me better to notice them.
On the corners of my heart,
in the ridges of my body,
fuelled by my dark thoughts,
engulfed deep into my soul,
they are all here.
They are very different,
as you might see,
because all of them are really
close to who i am;
every atoms of me,
and
every time I love too deeply,
or care too much,
too clingy, you know,
they re-bruise
and re-open.
Some people just know why
i always have so much armours in me
and dress up in colours
to bandage them up,
and it terrifies me
no matter how much i told them,
they are just
passing by.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
I have scars and bruises
in places where you'd have to
know me better to notice them.
On the corners of my heart,
in the ridges of my body,
fuelled by my dark thoughts,
engulfed deep into my soul,
they are all here.
They are very different,
as you might see,
because all of them are really
close to who i am;
every atoms of me,
and
every time I love too deeply,
or care too much,
too clingy, you know,
they re-bruise
and re-open.
Some people just know why
i always have so much armours in me
and dress up in colours
to bandage them up,
and it terrifies me
no matter how much i told them,
they are just
passing by.
Please view at your risk. I'm not here to glorify any sorts of mental illness, thank you.
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