Scab Over Poems - Poems about Scab Over

...A gaping wound pierces my heart in the shape of my be- loved. Someday it will scab over. Someday, far, far in the future, it will turn into scar tissue. I will rub it and it will be soft and sm......

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...My overthinking mind means I need to express the first verse is just metaphor The poems that I write I hope will heal like wounds Scratching out the hurt And letting the air get to it ......

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...I have tried to TEAR MYSELF APART. Picking at my skin until it bleeds. Pulling at the extra skin around my waist as if that simple act would make it disappear. I debated wearing a bag over my h......

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...My Experience Strength and Hope Crimson wounds the world cannot see Scab over just in time to be ripped off again These wounds I do not hide They bleed from the inside Left, right, forward ......

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...“Old man! ‘Tis not so hard to die.” -Lord Byron I have grown sick with wanton desire My lungs are filling slowly with ash I need to feel the burn of the fire. Upon the wreckage my shadow is c......

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...It is a chronic disease that eats away at my soul as my weakened mind allows it to creep into the crevices of my brain. It destroys the skin on my hands and face, picking at it until it bleeds, lea......

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...The first stab Barely pierced the skin, So I let it go. The second, A little deeper, A little more painful, But still, I forgave you. The wound began to Scab over, And you broke through, ......

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