I cut myself openso you could watch me bleed,ripped out my heartso you could hear it beat.
my fury is a gunpowder and shrapnel-packedvest wired for suicide.
Be who you areSay what you thinkBut remember opinions can change in a blink So write your life’s story in pencil, not ink
Take a moment and look down at your hands…The veins, the skin, maybe some scarsThe creases, the lines, but also the spirit that they hold
I can’t let anyone close to me…When they start knowing me Is when they start showing meTheir true colors, They’re never who…
Its gotta be obvious…My lack of confidence.Insults, I’ll honor them.Then duck all the compliments.
Grace whispers soft, her voice distinct,rain falling through a chain-link fence
Focused inner fusion…