Mapped On SkinMature

This anger's taking over.

It's tearing me apart.

Ripping up my flesh.

Taking chunks out of my heart.


All of this frustration,

It's pressure on my chest.

Not sure I can breathe much longer,

But I'm powerless to protest.


So I'm cutting out the anger

The only way I ever knew.

Two wrongs don't make I right?

I'm not sure if that's true.


Everything I'm feeling

Lies just beneath my skin

And every single scar

Is a map of where I've been.

The End

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