FearA Poem byI close my eyes and begin to think as I slowly feel my heart sink as I feel the tears rolling down my face and as they reach my lips with the salty taste. I ask myself, why treat my heart like broken glass? Why think about my wounds and the scares I have? The past is dark and it's pain is still sharp. Coming at me as a knife. Creating a new scare, yet to not explain. I hide my wrist, I hide my fear that i face everyday. They say time heals all pian. But how long tll i'm out from under this rain?
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