StigmataStigmataMore Like This
the scars with which I live,
most by my own design.
Forged in this life,
bearing the weight,
through tears I try to hide.
I still draw breath,
inspite of the world I know,
too hard headed to fall.
I earned my stigmata,
hammered and hardened,
against all odds,
Im still standing tall.
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Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.