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Broken Inside
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Pain/Anger/Insanity No one quite understands
How I really feel
Sometimes I want to tell them
The things I can't reveal
I tell the trees my secrets
And whisper to the stones
Sing with the wind
Feel the fire in my bones.
Write on my flesh
With icy steel
Draw deep and full
So that I may feel
Draw thorns on my skin
With blackened ink
They'll protect me
From my human links
Broken inside
I hear the crow's call
I may be blind
But I can see me fall
Such a world of hate
I'm so sick of the lies
I'm sick of the turmoil
Someone answer my cries.
It's because of all the "Broken" poems going around nowadays probably. I personally liked it ^.^ with all the metaphorical thingers and all that.
Very good, I like it