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.:Words:.
Your words slice through my skin
Like a thousand needles.
It hurts, I cry, but it's all in vain.
Damage is done,
Tears are shed.
You seem like you're the only one with issues,
But you can't tell that everyone has a secret pain
They try to hide.
Losing everyone close to you,
Afraid to get close to anyone,
Not wanting to accept someone as family
From blatant fear of losing them to death's hand.
Every say is a struggling nightmare,
But it's not as if anything truly matters anymore.
The world is a cruel place,
Set up to break your will and beat you down.
Lashing out against the walls I surrounded myself in,
My hands covered with my own blood as it trickles down.
Curling up, I let myself slip away
Into safety.
I go where I can stay for hours,
Only feeling the numbness that I wish for constantly.
Unfortunately, the good must end
And I'm left there in pain again.
A scream claws at my throat as I try to hold it back.
What is there in life
That is supposed to make you want to go on?
How exactly is a tortured soul supposed to live
If it has felt it has never truly been alive?
You have brought me peace of mind many times,
An invaluable friendship I never want to lose.
But do you not know
Words are sharper than the sharpest of blades.
The physical body can heal,
But the mind and soul may never fully recover.
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