Silence
There are clouded moments
When I’m inhaling smoke
Suffocating the broken limbs
Hold my breath until I choke
Binding bones with sticks
Just so my heart doesn’t sink
Canvassing the scars and track marks
I carved into myself because of your remarks
Memories are a precious thing
Unless you’re left with blistered wings
Shed the last remaining thing
Thought I escaped the stifling king
I wear Band-Aids like clothes
To protect myself
From the tongue lashings
You aim and fire like sharp stones
Didn’t think I’d introvert more
But the bruising is skin deep
Can’t shake the disdain on your face
That mountain is too sharp and steep
I’m an addict that just aims to please
Slicing off pieces of my worth
Starving my mental sanity
Just so you can feast
Offer me something
I don’t have in me
Don’t pack my wounds with nothing
Then leave me guessing aimlessly
I was born in a storm
Danced with thunder frequently
But you’re a kind of tornado
That just rips through me
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