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Plastic:

By , Vinemont, AL
Plastic:
Cut it open,
Watch it bleed
My heart is cold,
Yet I still breathe
Dripping now just like my tears
I forget I’m supposed to fear
The pain I feel is deep inside
And all I do is run and hide
Falling numbly to the ground
My ears go deaf, I hear no sound
But no one sees what’s in my heart
Even though I fell apart
I want to tell you that I’ve tried,
But I just sit and cry inside
Emotions bottled in my head
I just wish they could be said
All the cards that I have laid
Can’t compete with what they’ve played
I have broke so many times
That I am now a new design
Never looking back at all
Please don’t let me trip and fall





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