My name is Jen Marie and this is the story of my life.

My name is Jen Marie and this is the story of my life.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Have you ever tried sleeping with open wounds?

Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart?
I don't know
I can't see inside my interior parts
But
Have you ever tried sleeping with open wounds?
Razor blades of slit wrist
Black eyes
From your own fist
The exterior pain
wounds to see
Cause sometimes they just don't believe
"My heart is broken"
But they don't see
But look
You can see my pain on my sleeves
Have you ever tried sleeping with open wounds?
Pain thrown at you
Like salt on an open cut
In winter there saying I love you
Spring cleaning comes along
And your gone like dust
What happened to our love?
Or were those words to gain my trust
Have you ever tried sleeping with open wounds?
You wouldn't know what to do
You'd be stuck
Lost
And confused
Have you ever tried sleeping with open wounds?
The feeling of numbness will slowly consume
They say time heals
But looking at my wrist
They'll always be those marks
A remembrance of pain
That life can not explain
So it uses time to make up for its mistakes
But it can never erase the memories
Enfaced in my membrane
Have you ever tried sleeping with open wounds?
Happiness and pain all looks the same
reality and sanity are hard to maintain
tears pour from your eyes to emulate your pain from years
Blood leaking from your wrist leaves you absent from your fears
Have you ever tried sleeping with open wounds?
shielded by needles and stitches
consist glitches
if our souls were to switch
you'd already be 6ft in a ditch
unable to sustain
the pain i obtain
Have you ever tried sleeping with open wounds?
life is like a series of malfunctions
alcohol
drugs
bodily destruction
slowly giving up
to let loose of everything
you force yourself to throw up
Have you ever tried sleeping with open wounds?
cause if you did
you'd be living everyday in my shoe.





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