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Wolf Feb 2019
Is it worth the risk
To confess hidden feelings?
Chance for grief or joy
It could go so wrong, or so right. No matter the outcome, believe in yourself. I've been through it twice and I'm still here.
Wolf Feb 2019
Light whizzes past my eyes
Colliding with the next
Bright hues of every colour
Swirling, hypnotizing, enchanting
All the lies, they will not save me
Fantasies left to crumble

Crisp sheets lay in front of me
Their words scramble together in unending strands
A voice shreds my ears
Scraping lines tie me down

I can't focus
I can't hear you
I'm sorry

My chest is pierced, to no reply
Shrill laughter licks up the blood
I'll surely ignore my punishment
And give myself what I deserve

At my only sanctuary
Numbers and letters invade
Just to eat up my time to heal
My insides are twisted up and empty
Yet I smile around those who see

I am held back by myself
Chains ripping at my wrists
Pressed against a wall of shattered glass
I've misplaced the letters H-E-L-P
They've been scattered on the floor

I can't focus
I can't hear you
I'm sorry
Wolf Feb 2019
Plunging into
Old habits
Again
Why

Why am I here
Repeating
This once
More

I will never
Escape my
Own heart
Now

I was sober
So tired of
The word
Love

Now I am drunk
Still too young
Falling
Down
  Feb 2019 Wolf
Skye
Thinking is an dangerous pastime
It can make you extend past time
And make you think of all those times
When you messed up so so many times
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