These are my arms.
Bearing the scars I etched there.
They tell a story.
Which I don't really want to share.

These are my eyes.
From which crimson tears flow.
Oh how they sting.
I close my eyes to hide the red outlines.

This is my heart.
Broken and shattered.
I just watch as it bleeds out.
Someone ripped it from my sleeve.

This is my soul.
Torn to shreds.
Carried away like dust on the wind.
I have become oh so hollow.

(Scott David Buckley-09/04/2012)

1 comment:

  1. People will never know what it's like when one comes to feel numb and will do anything to hide that they have to hurt to feel anything again.


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