My skin is marked
With the blade
Of yesterday.
And you can't send me a life jacket or pull me up.
You can't ask me to swim,
Or cling to the rope on your ship.
I wait until my body tires,
So I can drown.
The blood dries up and scabs,
Just a temporary hurt I need to feel.
Just a permanent dull ache inside,
To know what's real.
And when the lines on my arm disappear, I do too.
Pick up the weapon for a pain I once knew.
I wave,
But they don't see
What's happening
Beneath the sea.
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