So we are here again, your eyes tell me your fine
But the words you say are a tug at my mind
I understand,
That those tears you hide are hidden for a reason
And that the screams that only your pillows hear are
Silent and angry
That all the times you would take your jacket off
And saw the lines that were carved on your skin
You said it was your cat,
I understand
Maybe because it's me,
That's why I understand it's hidden
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
