Those words made of buttercream do nothing to cease your aching
Those lies are a sword; iron sword that leaves your heart breaking
You were raised this way, child
Do not stray from the path of good
Those chains grinding against your wrists leave scars that won't heal
As your mind thrashes and screams; pleads to know what is real
You were raised this way, child
Do not stray from the life we chose
That cell that surrounds you does not fall at the words of those who love you
That key on the wall does not unlock the path to the healing of your tortured past
You were raised this way, child
Do not act like your life is a choice you make
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry that I thought might be interesting or that I wrote to release feelings and such. Just placing them here to save them. You don't really have to read them if you don't want to. ^^
