Shadows with the light.

They stole the shadows with the light.
Not my light—
But they killed it just the same.

Handing me a numb prescription,
A civilized abuse.
Wrapped in a perfect,
Porcelain excuse.

But I’d rather burn.
I’d rather bleed.
I’d rather love until it breaks me.

Keep your perfection.
Give me my scars.
They’re the only truth I’ve earned.
I need to feel.

~ By RuffMichael