I will write another peom later using the first line as a metaphore for Christ too.
My blood will pierce the white that blankets your shame.
As long as you live my blood pulses through your heart.
My blood spews from gashes never to be healed.
You cannot wash my blood away, I will always remain.
I am a swarm of dark secrets suffocated from the light.
You made your choice, why couldn’t I make mine?
Does it bother you that I am still around?
Does it hit a nerve when dad begs for a kid but you’ve been broken?
Are you not tired of all the lies, I want to be heard.
I want them to know how you killed me.
I want them to know how you signed my life away.
I want them to hear my silent scream.
I want you to feel my pain.
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Wow, this is very powerful. I like how you repeated I want them to know.
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