These holes
That cover my skin
Represent
The holes
That are all over
My heart.
They’re left open
And unattended,
Bleeding.
Some holes
Get stabbed at
Too many times;
Others are only
One-shot deals.
It’s the holes
That are so lonely
And separated from the rest
That hurt the most, though;
Being stabbed at
Constantly
In one place
Allows you
To ignore the pain
Over time.
And although the holes
Heal
Physically,
They leave their marks
So I’ll never
Forget them.
And I know
They’ll be back.
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