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Heal Me
My heart feels so heavy
My thots
Are dragging
From my head
To my toes
And it's bringing down my heart
I'm crying
Hitting the desk
And I throw my clock
Break motherfucker BREAK
My empty soul...
The hole in my heart...
The 3 small cuts..on my arm
I look at my arm
And the cuts that I have made
Running my finger on my arm
On the surface of my skin
Smooth and soft
Tear it up
Cut it with a razor
Fuck it all up
My stomach is turning
My face is soaking
Can't love
I'll never love
Can't heal
I'll never heal
I wish I were happy
Right this moment
Would U stay here with me
Would U comfort me
Would U care for me
Would U hold me
And never let go
Eat away my pain
Heal my scars...
No
Deepen my scars
Build up the pain
Throw me down
Hate me
Leave me here to cry
Depressed & stressed
Right this moment
Throw me away
I feel your pain
but as long as you have the
gift of writer's gab
the cuts on your arms need not
take place physically
one can cut deeper through word
allowing the awareness of release
and relief to flow
Much Respect, One Love