Forbidden place
If you took me
and turned me inside out
you would not believe
what would be found
a puddle of blood
from where my heart bleeds
the wounds are wide open
and still so deep
a salty lake of tears
from every time I have cried
I am bleeding to death
I am dying inside
the anger I have hidden
would slap you in the face
you would know why you are forbidden
to come to this place.
by Krystal Watson
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