I didn’t mean to be so harsh
to turn my own tongue into a silver blade,
each word spewing from my mouth coated in blood,
but now I am choking on the metallic taste
I didn’t mean to be so cruel,
to break my bones over and over again
reopening old wounds with blunt scissors
attempting to crawl out of my own skin.
But now I resemble a wild animal,
clawing at the very fibres of my being
destroying everything in my path
yet still believing I can sew myself back together
no matter the damage I cause...
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC
I didn’t mean to be so harsh
to turn my own tongue into a silver blade,
each word spewing from my mouth coated in blood,
but now I am choking on the metallic taste
I didn’t mean to be so cruel,
to break my bones over and over again
reopening old wounds with blunt scissors
attempting to crawl out of my own skin.
But now I resemble a wild animal,
clawing at the very fibres of my being
destroying everything in my path
yet still believing I can sew myself back together
no matter the damage I cause...