Our Bleeding Pens

Hearts alike and far have come here to share
Sensations and desires our young souls cannot bear
So we bleed it out,
ready to spill our fears
The cry of our hearts only the broken can hear

One by one we grip
our pens of lies
We are forced to smile and hide our cries
But here we scream and shout songs of truth
Ripped hearts and hidden lives are displayed for you

Here is where our pens begin to bleed
You see the salvation and love we desperately need
Longing for acceptance and hands to make amends
But here is where you’ll feel
the wrath of our bleeding pens





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