Stitches

this was for my Creative Writing Class

These strings become the stitches in your mouth

Rip them open, scream it out

Taste the blood on your lips

You’re worth more than this

That hand become the mark on your face

Show the bruises, live it out

Feel the tingling pain on your skin

You’re worth more than this

Those cuts become the designs on your wrists

Carve them over, make them hurt

Sense the blood just pouring out

You’re worth more than this