They throw hatred at me like daggers.
Leaving me breathless and gasping for salvation.
Even though I'm wounded -a hole in my heart-
my courage shines through because
I am a warrior of misery.
With every loathing stare, every derogatory slur, my injuries grow more. But the healing scars are stronger than stars. I will not forget,
no.
I will carry these nightmares.
Together until death do us part.
Memories are stronger than moments.
When I lie in bed at night they are what I dream of,
they are the lullabies that drag me to sleep.
I am a warrior.
They can continue to throw knives of pain my way
and I will carry on.
But the memories are what **** me.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
They throw hatred at me like daggers.
Leaving me breathless and gasping for salvation.
Even though I'm wounded -a hole in my heart-
my courage shines through because
I am a warrior of misery.
With every loathing stare, every derogatory slur, my injuries grow more. But the healing scars are stronger than stars. I will not forget,
no.
I will carry these nightmares.
Together until death do us part.
Memories are stronger than moments.
When I lie in bed at night they are what I dream of,
they are the lullabies that drag me to sleep.
I am a warrior.
They can continue to throw knives of pain my way
and I will carry on.
But the memories are what **** me.
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