I place myself in the corner

Fri, 05/25/2018 - 15:01 -- deonzha

to hold me up since backs were turned away

I silently cry at night allowing the sorrow to build within me

Until the well of my tears break and crumble

The need to fit in grows darker into my soul the touch of those that burn

The scars, scratches, bruises and gashes from the jokes and nitpicks of people i hold dear

The era of my self-esteem dies along side the love i have for myself

because of who i became only result in the destruction of the world i care for

ending up being just a corps full of the jokes that drove me to my insanity

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