There's only so many things that I can handle,
only so many things that I take before I light that candle,
or keep inside bottled up so no one sees,
before I burn and my ash flow through the trees.
There are only so many people that I can love,
before I shove, away the people I care about.
There are only so many people I can love,
before I turn someone inside out.
The pain I cause myself,
As I feel It bite my skin,
And in my mind I cry for help,
But I stay silent,
so I don't hurt my kin.
As the red drops roll down my arm,
The way they make me feel... somehow warm,
It is my only way to cope.
It is my only way live.
It... Is my friend.
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Things I Know
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I wrote when I was going through a pretty damn tough time, and I showed them to a friend of mine and she said that they were really good. She told me that I should make a book and so I did. I don't think that they are th...
