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As I splat my thoughts on the table
,
a gross deck of cards to shuffle
all they do is laugh and mock
And stare so much that my arteries have blocked
Their stares become plaque
And however hard I try I cannot fight back
So my eyes bend backwards and spew
Honestly
,
I don’t blame them
Because if I could take a proper look at the mess in my head
I would too
The iron mask that I parade around everywhere
Has protected me from suspicious care
It doesn’t have a scratch on it
,
like it’s brand new
But the scratches in my head are scary and true
I can see the blade
.
It calls me
.
AGAIN
AGAIN
again
again
“You need me
.
I can save you
,
” it says
.
I pick it up and brush it against my soft
,
pale skin
;
i’m crying
.
it feels good
.
i am in control
.
for once
.
i draw shapes into my skin
i let the blood trickle down into the sink
in its reflection
,
crying hope catches my hazel eyes
crying hope cradles me in its soft pale arms
i lost the fight this time
.
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