Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Wounded

Blood dripping onto the floor,
Razor in hand.
The pain in my wrist is appealing,
but the pain in my heart is overpowering.
Should I cry?
Can I cry.
It pains me to hurt you.
So I create my own pain,
so that you'll never have to feel
the war that goes on inside my head.
Its a battle zone,
and I am nothing
but a wounded soldier.

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