I walk around the world
With my head held high
As if nothing hurts me
I try to act like an insensitive ****
So people will hate me so I won't fall in love with them
They ask me what's wrong
Why are your knuckles bleeding?
I got into a fight
With who?
Myself. And I seemed to have lost.
Any glass that could've been found in that little shack
Has been broken by my ****** knuckles
I made glass Angels that left a ****** puddle
I didn't cry, I smirked
I threw my head back and laughed
But oh my Darlin'
Here I am writing poems because I am weak
I cry and I breakdown
I try to give myself pain to make myself strong
But the tears still leak no matter how tight I close my eyes
I bawled my fists and swore I hated my parents
For never getting along
I went to sleep with a hurricane inside of me
I couldn't stop trembling
I act tough
But I am weak
I cried myself to sleep that night
As well as every night
I am weak.