I can't feel anything.
Just razor blades inside.
They cut at me.
And I can't push them away or put them down.
Blowing holes, like bullets through organs.
And the voices in my head won't disappear.
I am suffocating on my own heart.
And I stop myself from letting myself go.
Out.
How do we find a way to save ourselves...
When we can't ask for help?
Just razor blades inside.
They cut at me.
And I can't push them away or put them down.
Blowing holes, like bullets through organs.
And the voices in my head won't disappear.
I am suffocating on my own heart.
And I stop myself from letting myself go.
Out.
How do we find a way to save ourselves...
When we can't ask for help?
4 comments:
this turned me a little inside out.
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Differet but written beautifully.
Keep it up :)
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The PostMan
http://postcardsinthewind.blogspot.com/
Thank you!
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