the wound becomes a part of you
raw.
you sting and hurt
a cut open and drying into ugly, infected scabs.
nobody will know because they will tell you
to hide them scars away
so you hide yourself away.
the world is red
and you open your eyes to
a different life;
months hence
you will look back and
wonder where the old you went
now replaced without a soul
that once lit you from within
and taught you to live.
because being saved against your will
is a torturing way to take in
another breath.
the only explanation to who i have become.
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