Soft skin
Delicate veins
delicate emotion
delicate pain
One pinch,
and you feel so battered
one poke,
your soul could shatter
You feel so weak,
so worn and tired
all of your stressors
build up like a fire,
it burns everything away,
you find your heart is empty,
and you become numb to the pain
You feel so small
under this heavy weight
Everyone, everything
pulling you down
deeper,
deeper
…
All of a sudden,
you open your eyes
you’re skin and bones
and scars on flesh...
But you put on your mask,
and smile like the rest.
(a.f.c)
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC
Soft skin
Delicate veins
delicate emotion
delicate pain
One pinch,
and you feel so battered
one poke,
your soul could shatter
You feel so weak,
so worn and tired
all of your stressors
build up like a fire,
it burns everything away,
you find your heart is empty,
and you become numb to the pain
You feel so small
under this heavy weight
Everyone, everything
pulling you down
deeper,
deeper
…
All of a sudden,
you open your eyes
you’re skin and bones
and scars on flesh...
But you put on your mask,
and smile like the rest.
(a.f.c)
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