Maybe sometimes I shouldn't feel
As I do now
So that the people I love don't try to
Obscure me from their lives, from their
Children. But I can't
Help making the hateful scratches that
Imbed my
Skin; with
The gleam and alure of a blade
In my hand, I have
Control. Control of me, of my body.
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Collection of Poetic's: Too Heavy to Hold
PoetryThis is a collection of poetic works that come straight from my heart. As the title implies, these are works that allow me to let go of strong, heartfelt emotions that are often not the best to keep bottled up. I hope that I may use my knowledge of...
