Those little areas of harm
Turn into your only charmI thought a couple would only be
As long as the world couldn't see
I laugh at the accusation of harming
But yet somewhere inside it is quite alarming
People around me stare
But in return,i just simply glare
What happens now is my choice
Nothing but the smallest rejoice
Do i die
Or wallow from the inside?
A question this severe must have an answer
Because all it does,is spread like a cancer
Help me i say
But nothing more this day
Until my tears fall for the last
I wait in this place of shattered glass
by,chris h.

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