Iam left turning and rolling
With no sleep or dream
Im always awake by three
And my past is all i get to see.
My pillow has become my comforter
The only person that understands my tears
It takes them away
And warms my coldness.
I nolonger reside in my old self,
I’ve become an empty shell,
And a broken piece of glass
That cannot hold joy or love again.
My legs have grown heavy,
I can hardly walk outside with the talks
My meals are often eaten kneeled
That’s the greatest I can to harm myself.
My arms are cut but blood never stops oozing
The pain has become part of my train
And even though a rope can be sweet to hang around my neck
It always cuts into pieces when I take.
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