Struggling in StasisMature


another page, it won't hurt

slit another wrist open,

the blood is easily cleaned

i'll only

drown in this depression

thinking 'at least I wrote something'

but I'm starting to wonder

about the clacking of keys

and the beauty of blood

because self-worth has never been my strong point,

but I've watched someone fall apart before me

and god, I will duct-tape these fractured pieces together.

The End

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