Cut -Plumb

I’m not a stranger. No, I am yours with crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore. A fragile frame, aged with misery. And when our hearts meet, I know you see.. 

I do not want to be afraid. 

I do not want to die inside. 

Just to breathe in.

I’m tired of feeling so numb. Relief exists. I find it when, I am cut. 

 

I may seem crazy. Or painfully shy. And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden if you would just look me in the eye. I feel so alone here and cold here. Though I don’t want to die. But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything, kills me inside.

I do not want to be afraid. 

I do not want to die inside. 

Just to breathe in. 

I’m tired of feeling so numb. Relief exists. I find it when, I am cut.

Pain.

I am not alone.

I am not alone.

I’m not a stranger. No, I am yours with crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore. But I do not want to be afraid.  I do not want to die inside just to breathe in. I am tired of feeling so numb. Relief exists. I found it when, I was cut. 

 

-Khaleesi<3

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