Megan Elizabeth Wilcox Poems

My scars are my intimate friends
They helped me through my darkest hours
I sliced
I bleed
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sometimes
i feel so numb inside i cut my arms with razorblades
just to feel something
to feel anything
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turn you head
and close your eyes
don't look
and don't tell
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she is lonely
even though you cant tell
she is reaching out
for what, she doesn't know
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This mask I wear
She serves me well
She hides my pain
So they cant tell
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Angry hands meet just service
Freedom comes to soon for one so long a sin
Trapped in a fortress feeling as if norm
can destroy the demon
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