You degrade me, push me down, and hurt me.
But yet I would take on a army for you.
You make me cry, you make my soul sting, my heart clench up.
But yet I would take a bullet for you.
You notice my scars, then tell me to smile. But all you do, it's impossible for me to smile.
I etch some more into my arm, afraid of disappointing you, the one who caused these wounds.
"Don't yell." I proclaim. I may not be able to smile. But my flesh can.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
You degrade me, push me down, and hurt me.
But yet I would take on a army for you.
You make me cry, you make my soul sting, my heart clench up.
But yet I would take a bullet for you.
You notice my scars, then tell me to smile. But all you do, it's impossible for me to smile.
I etch some more into my arm, afraid of disappointing you, the one who caused these wounds.
"Don't yell." I proclaim. I may not be able to smile. But my flesh can.
