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Blood
The blood dripping down my limbs
As I fight my demons
Sweat
The sweat soaking my clothes
As I work to overcome this numbness
Tears
The tears I shed
As my hopes and dreams keep dying
The blood dripping down my limbs
As I fight my demons
Sweat
The sweat soaking my clothes
As I work to overcome this numbness
Tears
The tears I shed
As my hopes and dreams keep dying
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I never cry in the daylight
I know what it is to die,
curled up on the bed with the sheets
strewn about, leaking regret
into a pillow case
while daylight shines
through the window
as if everything is ordinary—
as if nothing died and
the world is as beautiful and
logical as ever.
I know what it is to sit
in a lonely room
with a dim lamp for light,
wanting desperately to cry,
but only able to sit
in silence as the nausea gnaws
and the images of toxic cleaner fluid
cocktails won’t subside
and cars keep driving by
outside the window,
their ghostly headlights
illuminating the darkness—
reminders that some people
still have a reason.
I know what
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haemophobia
crimson paint
immersing my canvas,
soaked: choked
into darkness
falling
calling your name
stalling each
after breath
i am crawling the carpet
ignoring burns, cuts:
let the blood stain
you forecasted warm rain
to wash through
my digested chills--
[were you there
in this
metallic nightmare?]
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Am I Good Enough...?
Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Tell me,
Now am I good enough?
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vary sad and nice at same time