Opening up
Your soul
Is impossible
Afraid, scared
Of cutting too deep
And it all oozing out
Like blood
Emotion
Has color
Only more so
Split opem
Lying there
Vulnerable to disease
My bleeding soul
NO!
So never will I
Let a knife near
A jungle guards my heart
Nothing can get through
The way I like it
For everyone
Holds a knife
With intention to do damage
Rebecca Bay
October 14, 1999