[ WP ] Write your heart onto your sleeve , Reddit .

A bitter man they see. A man broken, brittle with time. 
 A man with scars upon his face; a man with wrinkles upon his brow. 
 A man whose lips no smile shall kiss. 
 A man whose death will leave no mourning. 
 A man who has done much wrong, and been wronged many times over. 
 
 A man whose heart aches for the past. 
 A man whose arms ache for those he lost. 
 A man whose dreams scream death in the night. 
 A man whose life is darkened with agony. 
 
 A man who finds friends in the page. 
 A blank slate, with no judge, no jury. 
 A place to spit words and release the venom. 
 Requit the rage and hate and pain. 
 Leave them on the page, out of the heart, onto the hearth. 
 Burn the page. Leave it in smoky ash and tatters upon the stone. 
 Let none read the words written there. 
 Who would stoop to read the words of such a bitter man? 
 You would be surprised. 
 All of the pains of the past are naught but ammunition for the laughter of those cruel enough to care to aim for the heart, the very broken, yet somehow still beating organ of love and loss. 
 
 You say to write my heart upon my sleeve. 
 I say that I shall not. 
 I have enough tears. Why should I add your laughter? 
 I am a bitter man. But I, too, can be broken.
