My Wrists
A story is told
Just by the look of it
You see it starts to unfold
It's hard to take in just a bit
So many memories
I take them all with me
I pull at my sleeves
So that no one see
I don't want to hurt anyone
Even when they've hurt me
I'm fragile
Yet they still break me
Copyright © Jack Taylor | Year Posted 2013
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