Jun 2015
Through constant beatings
the wound that is my heart has managed
to coat itself numb.
My heart is a scab,
and it seems that all the world keeps
picking at it.
the wound that is my heart has managed
to coat itself numb.
My heart is a scab,
and it seems that all the world keeps
picking at it.
Scabs can't heal if you pick at them.
(This is my first ever attempt; please be kind.)
(This is my first ever attempt; please be kind.)
