Rivers long wept run through my stony heart,
Cutting out its initials with every barrier broken;
And the child inside me can’t help but drown,
Lost in the murky depths of others’ insults and lies.
Every mark torn and scratched into the flesh of
The one who has failed everyone that matters,
And it is felt like an open wound,
Born to forever bleed,
Just like how the water continues to flow
Until it reaches the safety of the ocean.
The bandages are hard to hide underneath this fragile body,
Yet showing them means to degrade myself,
To be like the rocks that sink to the bottom
When you toss them into the depths.
It’s just another knot to hide.
When will I ever reach my ocean?
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