Silence

There are clouded moments When I’m inhaling smoke Suffocating the broken limbs Hold my breath until I choke Binding bones with sticks Just so my heart doesn’t sink Canvassing the scars and track marks I carved into myself because of your remarks Memories are a precious thing Unless you’re left with blistered wings Shed the last remaining thing Thought I escaped the stifling king I wear Band-Aids like clothes To protect myself From the tongue lashings You aim and fire like sharp stones Didn’t think I’d introvert more But the bruising is skin deep Can’t shake the disdain on your face That mountain is too sharp and steep I’m an addict that just aims to please Slicing off pieces of my worth Starving my mental sanity Just so you can feast Offer me something I don’t have in me Don’t pack my wounds with nothing Then leave me guessing aimlessly I was born in a storm Danced with thunder frequently But you’re a kind of tornado That just rips through me