i've learned to lean against my ignorance <br />i look past what covers the surface <br />with the exception for the right parts i won't be so prone to the messes i've made <br />A fallacious diversity couldn't chage the beautiful anger inside <br />It's like a dirt filled scab morbid and resilient and I eagerly fill the hole with the senseless bullshit of the world <br />With a thought of someone who cuts herself, I'd fill her cuts with the dirt inside my veins in every attempt to believe that she'd never bleed again... <br />I'd give her the dirt cuz that's all that's left of me, despite that emptiness she covets inside<br /><br />Mikel Calcagno<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/c-est-la-vie/
