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Never Broken


Not all scars show

Not all pain reaches the surface for you to mock

Not all love is shown through kisses

And not all people listen to the voices 

Of those dying on the inside

Not always do they care


Many do not take the chance to step away and face their shame

Take a picture of that frame


I have my head held high

As I lick my wounds

And reach for the sky


Let my body die from the inside-out

I will still scream and shout:

“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me!”


So throw hard stones

And beat with iron sticks

May the bruises never make it to the surface

And the tears never bleed from my eyes


When my body is a bloody mess

On home I will crawl

Into bed and not even wake you

But when you smell coffee in the morning

Know that my love is forever burning

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