Poetry

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Laid to rest with my sin pressed deep under my skin,
slowly bleeding outward & cutting through my soul.
I’ve promised you I wouldn’t let go,
but this weight has made me so weary.

Your words bring tears to my eyes,
each drop filled with words like “could have” & “what if”
I can’t stand here anymore
Laying helpless with my bones shaking….
Laying helpless in mud trying wash myself with my own hands…
but the harder I try the deeper the scars spread

My voice is out of tune or maybe just misplaced,
the words don’t match my heart beat…
My love is a dying rose slowly fading under the snow,
I would dig but I’m worried about getting dirt upon my new shirt….

So I’ll just sit here while the fakeness of myself eats of me alive & my flesh rots away piece by little piece to show….
To show everything that on one was ever supposed to see

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