Wounds To Knit.

by Hologram   May 11, 2010


Stress surrounds me
I can't even sleep
I just stare at the celing
Counting four thousand sheep

I can't afford this
I can't just quit
I have places to go
I have wounds to knit

Don't give me medication
I'm already stocked well
Iron and calcium
And crazy ones from Hell

Just stop pulling
Stop tearing me apart
My bones are all breaking
I'm leaking from my heart

My fingers all fracture
And my wrists go "POP"
My lungs wouldn't shrink
But now they don't stop

There go my kneecaps
And the sinew inside
There go my muscles
Ripping down the side

My skin is sliced thin
Lying on the floor
As I look through broken eyes
I see your shadow at the door

This isn't going to kill me
But it's pure hell
So it can't make me stronger
Your wish of "Get Well" ..

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  • 14 years ago

    by FindingHarmonyInYurCries

    .. And when bodies lay battered and broken on the floor; no-one can save them _ it's too late <|3

    Hun,
    Well written, truly, it was beautiful _
    But it hurts so fkingmuch to read it.
    <|3

    x0x

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