Safe Passage
What is external beauty worth when the ugly and broken lay just beneath the surface?
When the wound has yet to heal and the scars are evident
Cuts on my wrist look more like ley lines portals to my soul
Cuts on my thighs to sever ties
A civil war within my mind
I’ve seen soldiers take their own lives
I’ve seen poverty and hungered for peace
I’ve seen the weak pray on their knees
I’m my own saviour I thought I’d let you know
When the voices in my head won’t ease up with their blows
Mornings contemplating getting lost on the road between here and never again
Ghosts of past lovers in sheets of crimson watch me bleed out
Days I prayed the blade hit an artery so I could slip into another daydream
Things are more than they seem
Heart broken had to sew up the loose seams
