An old poem from my the end of my junior year of high school (aka about two years ago). I'm sharing it with you because it has a lot to do with a great deal of what I'm going through right now.
Something You'll Never Claim
They belong to you,
From all the times where I felt as if I was dying,
And you were too busy placing blame to be there.
It may even sound ridiculous that I own them,
But when blood is boiling and tears burn like acid,
Sometimes you need to rip skin in order to vent the steam.
You get to walk away from them,
Pretend they never had anything to do with you in the first place,
I am forced to wear them for as long as I live.