Truth is,
I chose a pen over ropes and blades
I'm a broken soul adorned
with scars that negate to fade
I be grinning though in agony
A total stranger to harmony
I'm accustomed to pain and it no longer pains
Never shed a tear unless it rains
For I prefer keeping my misery concealed

I usually pen down my emotions
And I be too mortified to admit that
It's my leaking
Not my pen bleeding
So I often say, it's all fiction;
Just poetic diction .

@Tjebane M. B