They say "Wear your heart on your sleeve." But for me, that's a dangerous place.
Open
Vulnerable
Exposed
And at this point riddled with cuts.
No one has broken my heart, and no one ever will.
For I, and I alone, have killed myself.
My insecurities
My weaknesses
My fears
I feed them. I feed them my flesh. I feed them my mind. And if I continue....
I will feed them my soul.
And yet....I cannot pull my heart from my sleeve. For where else can I put it?
Long sleeves to hide the scars.
Masks to hide the pain.
And Lies to cover my shame.
- Author: Melody Pond ( Offline)
- Published: December 26th, 2017 23:19
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 12
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.