I am..
I am not the paper cut on your finger
I'm deeper, much deeper
I am not that bruise on your knee
I don't fade away that easily
I am not your worst nightmare or best dream
I am something in between
I'm a tree with missing leaves
I'm a guitar with no strings
I m not fully broken or complete
But I am growing daily
Your words don't mean a thing to me
They are not what make me, me
& I can assure you
My heart is not made of stone
But your sticks have broken all of my bones and i'm better for it!
I promise i don't hate you
Even though that is what you expect me to do
But I have learned from you
Truth is, I've been in your shoes
Throwing stones and pouring salt in wounds
But that is not me
That is not what I am meant to do, you see
I want to help prosper you
Spread a message of love and passion for things new
& I need you too know its not to late for you
You can turn the tables
Exchange your pain for a life renewed
..its up to you
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