You attempt suicide
and I'm the only one that died

Thoughts whisper to me
           They speak of guilty innocence
            Death to thee they plea to me
         They wrong me with a false sense

                              Take it
               They urge me to finish it
              Take myself I call my own
             End my life that I shall throw
                  And see the darkness
                  At the end of the road

My body had been a torn up battle ground red streaks everywhere.
I never thought i would be better. except i did get better at least for awhile.
Deep down i thought i would never rip my body up again  despite that i knew it would happen.Then after a month or so of okay.
It happened  i drew with my silver blade. it left small red lines all over my thigh. easy to hide but it leaves a painful smile.
Torn up again and again will it ever end.

It's a story that no one wants to hear
Because it pulls ******* the heart strings
And it was hard
Very hard to see her go
Just laying there, eyes open, lifeless
That awkward position
Sometimes she laid like that
And I would wait for her to breathe
Wait to see her little chest expand and then compress once more
I would hold my own breath waiting
Scared that she might not be breathing
She was old and it was time
But the decision was hard
Some days she seemed alright but others she was a mess
But we finally let her go
It was hard to see her go

I will pray for whispers in shallow mornings
and rivers that run in the sand formed by a salty salty sea.
Praying for the birds to swallow you up,
whole and uneaten as of yet, but ready to be dissolved by any acid anyone chooses to dissolve you in.

I will pray at the steps of the sky,
and go and follow it's steps into the night,
praying the whole time universe lead me home, even though you are as lost as i am
I will pray deep and dark in the night time,
a prayer that is almost crying, but not quite there,
for my sisters and brothers and sons
who I have never met.

I will pray silent, and loud,
With all the different kinds - crying, screaming,
quiet alone, begging, bribing, hoping,
dreaming,
waiting, loving, guilty asking,
All of these prayers, all different, all mine,
all true, thank god.
Amen amen amen amen.
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