Heart Like a Handgrenade

My heart is just a hand grenade,

Ready and primed to explode.

It’s filled with the shards of despair

And the powder of pain.
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Agony is like second nature to me,

I don’t know what life is like

For people who have never

Tried to shatter themselves.

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Why is it that the world around me screams?

The sound of silence is rich and

There is invisible blood in my mouth.

I want to let myself be sick.

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My heart is just a hand grenade,

Ready and primed to explode.

My love is like lava in my veins

And I do not exist in this world.

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I am illegal and I am taboo.

I am innocent and I am guilty

And I am blamed and hated.

I am a revolution

Without even trying to be.

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Let the world hate me,

I hate myself after all.

Painting smiles on my face

To show that I am stronger

Than I really am.

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My heart is just a hand grenade,

Ready and primed to explode.

And the soldiers of denial are chomping

At their bits ready to charge.

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Let them come.

I am waiting.