RZR

You don’t have to wear your mask with me

Your face is etched with fear

Your tears have dried, though more supplied

Your bruises are now much clearer

 

Your silent shame

You’re not to blame

The cuts are healing, but they feel the same

 

Your face is cracked wide open

Your peace has long been stolen

The blade is sharp and skin is soft

The cuts you’ve made when you felt lost

 

Your silent shame

You’re not to blame

The cuts are healing, but they feel the same

 

The stars are the dust in your eyes

I trace the lines inside your thighs

You’re falling sleepily into the night

But darkness comes before the light.

 

Your silent shame

You’re not to blame

The cuts are healing, but they feel the same

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