Razor Blades and Band-AidsA Poem by Scoobyreasons i write
Razor Blades and Band-Aids By: Nick Workman If I unravled this notebook, my life would be empty. I don’t write for you to look, I do it to be happy. My pen bleeds my heart onto blank sheets of stationary. Some people call this art, but I’ve just got a lot of weight to carry. My chest and soul are on fire, and without this I can’t breathe. But my problems are what inspire this heartaching release. My past is full of shadows imparing what I could see. Now, instead of lead or follow, I try to just be me. If I get looked at funny, I know it’s just because they’re clueless. No one will ever take this from me; just stare and wonder why I do this. What I have done has formed who I am. What I have become, you can see, is not a sham. Every word you read, you witness my escape. Take in all you need; experience my lonely fate. © 2009 Scooby |
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