Greybon

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Copyright Greybon

Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display,
Crying for my soul because I cannot.
How I wish I could put the blade away.

No words of love, spiteful things he did say,
Burned inside, I believed it all. Self-hate raged hot.
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display.

Born from torment, then flooding its way,
Sailing the tides of my veins, a way out is sought.
How I wish I could put the blade away.

It gorges inside, biting and chewing each day,
Until it engulfs each and every thought.
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display.

With one gentle slice, it’s released, sent on its way.
Yet each day it returns with amplified distraught.
How I wish I could put the blade away.

I cover the scars, hide my shame and hope I’ll be okay,
Yet agony still breathes through, free I am not.
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display,
How I wish I could put the blade away.

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