My mind full of shrapnel,
From thoughts and feelings
i will not mend them
in fear of what i might find.
My body is unshaven wood,
Don't touch,
For you will catch my splinters.
I try to run
but my feet are scarred,
From the shattered dreams
and shattered hopes
of where i tread,
It seems all i leave is darkness,
and i hope i can find my light
someday.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
My mind full of shrapnel,
From thoughts and feelings
i will not mend them
in fear of what i might find.
My body is unshaven wood,
Don't touch,
For you will catch my splinters.
I try to run
but my feet are scarred,
From the shattered dreams
and shattered hopes
of where i tread,
It seems all i leave is darkness,
and i hope i can find my light
someday.
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