ew

bones twist and contort with pride. a shallow heart, but bottomless insides. the bumps under my skin are not the usuals. the lump in my throat burns and makes few holes. the claws in my skin bring a sense of glee. you were never the one for me. a change of pace and her throat wrapped with lace. a new and fresh start for you broken, sunken heart. you couldn't even fathom what this is all worth, the pain you kept has haunted you since birth. the long and unpaved road we live on is a shameful excuse for the things we have done. a trip here and a jump there, the stinging pain in my head is something i can't bear. it moves and creeps it's way down to my heart, it takes on the role of harmful reminder as it's part. skin swallowed from chewed on hands, screaming, crying, joyful fans. facing the crowd is something we must do, enduring the pain is more to me than it could be to you. no one knows just what we are hiding from them, they all know that we cannot be better until then. so on we go and we make our way, to grin and bear it until we reach center stage.