Damaged Goods
Give me your pain I will put it with mine
I will save it for later in the back of my mind
Give me your tears I will keep them around
To be taken out daily and worn with a frown
Give me your fears I will put them away
What good is your fear when I die every day
Give me your hatred I will use it with care
To direct at myself when I lay my soul bare
But don't give me a kindness I could never return
Because bitterness and hatred is all I have learned
Do not give me your love for it wouldn't be safe
I've a hole in my heart with no love to replace
Do not give me your trust for I wouldn't know how
Mine has always been broken replaced only with doubt
And don't give me your laughter for it would not sit well
With the pain and self loathing that lives where I dwell
Copyright © Shaunda Lindsay | Year Posted 2016
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