Don't you see my sharp bones ?
They want to get of
my fragile skin ,
because they were broke
too many times .
My porcelain skin is soft ,
so blood will cover its softness
and it will be scattered
into so many pieces .But time will heal my bones
and my skin .My bones will become stronger ,
so it really doesn't matter
how hard you try
because they won't be broken again anyhow ,
my skin will be tough ,
and your blade won't ever be able
to cut it .
— Reconstruction
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Burning my happiness
PoetryPoetry for your bleeding heart and for your curious mind . You will find a piece of me hidden in all of my poems .