PurelyGrace

If you were to cut out my brain, Do you imagine you’d find distain? A hunk of tissue to shroud the vilest of sin, But you could unearth them; they’re directly under the skin. If you thought to remove my eyes, Surely you would penetrate my disguise. Squishy little gooey globs, Always combat against the sobs. If my heart plunged from my chest, You’d better believe I wouldn’t protest. It aches and breaks or freezes solid, No matter its state, my true feelings are always hid. If my skin were ripped from me, would you find my ashen scarred skin pretty? I used to use a knife-edge to be strong, Now I loathe those inscrip

 People come and people go, I could act like I care but that’d just be a show. If you too had lost someone so dear, the source of my malfunctions would shortly be clear. People come and people go, but back-stab me and you’ll be plummeting six feet below. Don’t ever believe you can lie to my face, treachery has always been easy for me to place. People come and people go, frozen in your memory like an eternal snow. Memories can’t fade as fast as your scars, smoke your feelings away with drugs and cheap cigars. People come and people go, to keep your heart intact, become a maestro. The hole left in your ribcage wher