make my invisible bruises visible
let the world know the hell that is my home
the lonesomeness that is my life
let the thoughts that coincide with the 6 o'clock news
and the doubt that travels with kind words
let these blood vessels break and be seen by the eyes of others
let the names he calls me
show purple
and the self-thoughts
show red
make these bruises turn visible
so they may fade to yellow
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