Capítulo 47: Hurt
Muddled mind
of hurt and pain
Heart is swollen and bruised
it's clear to see
that it's been abused
The butterflies in my stomach
Start to bite and scratch
This dam of salty tears
has long been dry
My constructed walls
of protection
Came down
for your free passage
But in return for my trust
and investment
All I got were scars
and a knife edged deep in my spine
These walls that I've never much maintained
I've never been happier to keep
"Knock knock"
Someone's knocking on my door
but I won't answer it
in hopes of my ugly scars fading
"Bam, bam"
The knocks have changed into slams
and if my walls crack
I'll build them back up again
And even if this shows
that I'm weak
I'd rather this,
than risk my heart
So I'll leave you be
with my heart bleeding
in my chest
And I'll ignore your knocking
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