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
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
© Copyright 2016 Micki Jennings. All rights reserved.
Poem / Gay and Lesbian
Short Story / Gay and Lesbian
Poem / True Confessions
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