X-File
I feel like one of those papers that the FBI or supreme court (or whoever the hell does it) black out. They take a huge black magic marker and black out anything they feel or think would give away too much information to someone or someones. And they just keep going over it, trying to hide more and more and more and more... until they've blocked out everything except for the words "the" and "and."
This is how I feel. Like a letter. Or a contract. Or a document. That is being read over by someone who thinks "No, this is bad, get rid of this; that's no good; can't show that." The black marker just going over more and more of me. Covering me, hiding me, trying to erase me so that all is forgotten. I feel censored and poisoned with ink (your blood). Covered up by markers, and x-ed out (by your touch).
But the truth was in the ink that sank through the paper...
I'm still here.
This is how I feel. Like a letter. Or a contract. Or a document. That is being read over by someone who thinks "No, this is bad, get rid of this; that's no good; can't show that." The black marker just going over more and more of me. Covering me, hiding me, trying to erase me so that all is forgotten. I feel censored and poisoned with ink (your blood). Covered up by markers, and x-ed out (by your touch).
But the truth was in the ink that sank through the paper...
I'm still here.