Limp-Wristed (re-written)

February 1, 2012
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These tears race down my check
But I’ll smile and wipe them away
Bite my lip, clench my teeth
And hope the smile’ll stay.
Some blood will drip, I will laugh
I’ll just call myself a wimp
Won’t let those red drops get to me,
Won’t let my wrist go limp.

But that is just the underneath;
The wariness in my soul
You would never guess what’s beneath
The secrets I with-hold.
I easily hide everything
In my jail cell called ribs
While thoughts of ending are still pending
And hopelessness still lives.

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