theres somethings that we all carry

Skip, jump, spin, twirl.

welcome to my world.

 

Laugh, joke, tease, beat

I get treated like meat.

 

Sad, cry, sob, shudder.

All my words come out in a mutter.

 

Cut, slive, stab, silence.

My life is full of violence.

 

Depressing, maybe

Freaky, kinda

 

Myself , the burrden I will always carry.