raw skin underwater.
a pain that reflects
catharsis
momentary scrapes of hurt that
paints my picture
spells my life
until it fades.
escaping my fingertips,
it is a second of
letting strength escape me
and the past foil me
but i am done with facing
the same page of my
clustered, depressed thoughts.
i am ready to take one step away
from carnage
and leave the burn that once
scarred decay on me.
will you trace my steps
and lead me through
my holocaust?
will i drown?
i speak to nobody
and somebody replies.
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