Your bruises and your scars and your wounds and your friendly reminders
Tell me how it feels to hold your heart in your hand Show me what it's like to cast your shadow across the land Tell me how it feels, the knife, as you bleed out of your back Show me what it's like to have all you see be black Tell me how it feels as you drop down on your knees Show me what it's like as time begins to freeze Tell me how it feels as you fall face down on the floor Show me what it's like to be broken to the core
Very poetic, and beautifully written. It's critical to have someone to be there, to listen when someone is going through something, that you've created to sound so tragic.
Written in digital ink, I implore to you my thoughts for they are something you'd be intrigued by, I would think
The Poet And The Singer,
Both With Silver Tongues
PS I'm 17, but to be able to read.. more..