Be quiet
Don't tell
The dots of my life
Won't quite match up
My insides are crunchy, shattered
What is the pain I seek?
It makes me hurt
It makes me cry
It makes me bleed
Be quiet
Don't tell
My body is layered with bruised daisies
What is the pain I seek?
It makes me a ghost
It makes me a whore
It makes me want to bleed
The dots of my life
Don't quite match up
My smile turns crooked
Sliced and pained
Bleeding inside and out
Be quiet
Don't tell
It wants to grow inside me
It wants my body to swell
It wants my tears to sow
It wants my blood to flow
About the Creator
Tracy Kreuzburg
I love reading, writing and storytelling, and using stories to convey truths. I feel this is a platform that will encourage me to write my stories, I also have an interest in connecting written work to art.
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