Don’t say a word

And the invisible child tries to escape my adult skin.

Too many wounds, too much hate

And every self-proclaimed saviour is covered in sin.

So many scars, so much pain

I hide, wrapped in a cocoon made of silk and hurt

Gone. Gone. Past be gone!

My destiny is waiting, paved with feathers and dirt.

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