I walk through
Like nothing's wrong
Long sleeves worn
Even in the summer
long jeans worn
Never showing any skin
Never ever showing
What's hidden underneath
Clothes always help
To hide everything
They won't understand
I need t do it
I need to feel it
The numbness
The emptiness
It' beautiful
Red liquid pouring out
Like a gallon of water
It's intoxicating
It makes me smile
So desperate for you
The help you can give
But it never comes
Oh God
I'm losing it
My mind
Almost gone
Almost but not quite yet
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Crisp, tight linage affords the Reader an eye pleasing read. We all shoulder Crosses and in he process suffer the cuts & bruises on the paths of those Crosses...Yet, your closing line is the line & Life mantra that says it all....''Almost but not quite yet...' 'Sterling write..... ~FjR~