Sunday, January 3, 2016

UNSURE

I ignored it
The bleeding heart
A crimson cut
Flesh wound
Still fresh
Muscle memory
Reminding me of all the things I need to forget

I listen to the vague beat
(            ) 
I don't hate myself
I just can't recognize me
Why my heart beats
My blood runs
My wounds ache

I turned my heart vibes in
Beating against a beat
Vibrating discontent
I worked hard to hate myself
Finding fault in my adrenaline state
They watched me
And I stood silent with my jaw locked shut



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