BloodA Poem by Simon Welsh
Wonder why my skin burns
whisky only solves so many problems Some will believe I am falling apart when I am just close to understanding Why I must fall apart every damn time when I can bleed just the same Scars mean nothing to you if you can commit to such ignorance Why can't you understand how I feel? I know I wasn't kind in the past but what of the pain we've inflicted upon ourselves? Is it worth the scar tissue? Blood on the flesh Blood on the memoria Is this what we were born to be? Pathetic lives that live to die is this why I cannot cry? © 2013 Simon WelshFeatured Review
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