It's Good

seeing things that are not there
hearing things with sounds you cant bare
holding something whose hands are frozen
saying words that you hadnt chose to be spoken
touchin ice when you know it will burn
sittin on fire waitin for your
turn to fall off next
better yet
step on nails that miss your feet
slap a needle in your hand and tell
me how it feels
hug yourself because thats the only
way you feel safe
from
harm
you stay awak longr to be alarmed
you think its all good
you
think
what you think
you
should
is it really
or is it playin you
is it really
or just that this poem got you...........lol

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