"Show Me"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
Seeing things means more than feeling them. Faith is a hard thing to hold onto, sometimes you just need it to be shown to you.

Submitted: January 21, 2013

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Submitted: January 21, 2013



  Show Me

With my sleeves rolled down

I live my life

Never my secret to be lovingly found

Living each day for a knife


Screams of pain that no one hears

Tears stain the cheeks of an innocent

Forever wrapped in my fears

Letting my agony be

And letting my pride rip away

Everyone pointing to my sleeve and screaming

"Show me"


The night takes me under

Grasping me like I grasp my knife

My whimpers silenced in thunder

Mind and soul for reason stray


Press the silver down and drag

Pain in physical form is a blessing

Words called to me: ugly, whore, fag

I think of eternal resting

Wanting to see the harm

I whisper to the blood

"Show me"

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