Every time you will shatter me in pieces, stomping on my heart I'll be formed again rising from the dust.
Every time you will tear me open staining your hand in my thick black blood, I will come back burning my soul creating a mould strong and hard.
Your words will continue to leave scars over my skin digging the knife deep within my flesh and I will nourish those strokes growing flowers from them.
You will burn my skin my house of cards and I'll rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.
I'll build the house I'll heal my soul.
I'll face the storm again and again standing high and tall.
© Wallflower
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Diary of an Introvert
RandomDiary of an Introvert is a collection of my thoughts that I have jotted down in different phases of my life. Thoughts that were too much for me to spill in front of others at the same time too much to hold within myself. Thoughts that I have died...
