Hang me out to the wind and reveal my broken skin
Bruises deep within, only scratches are left for proof
All that show who I am, I am not me
I am not who you think I may be, because of these
All that display who I have been
I am not defined by them but they are all you see
Hidden behind the veins of hurt
I am no longer beautiful
My heart no longer bleeds
My eyes no longer cry for love
My body, broken by your words
My hands, they cover my shame
Sunny days, now painful
And the clouds remind me of my wounds
All of that I am I cannot be anymore
I am broken and no longer deserve to be
Free of my wounds
Free of my shame
Free of your words
Free of pain
Free of me, who I used to be
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