I tear this skin from my body and run...
Even if the world screams that I'm only an illusion
I tear the bones from my legs and crawl
Through pain, I will grow
Through suffering, I will become
I rip the muscles from my arms, these teeth from my jaw and with nothing upon me, I carry on
Like a broken puppet, still shivering
Still forcing its way through the darkness
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet,
I am moving
My voice still screams
I draw breath into these tired lungs as I rip the flesh away
And I shatter these mirrors before me with a voice that will not break
Because the world cannot label me as nothing
And I will live for my own sake!
So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
