Through the skin,
Through the vein,
It was a needle
That masked the pain.
***** after *****
I kept going
Until I felt no longer sick,
Too weary to worry.
The skin goes red,
Leaving indentations
But they looked
More welcoming than
Intimidating.
My brain is
No longer mush,
The fog
Pushed to the side,
I could finally confide in the light
My tears turn
To coal,
Burning at day,
No longer cold at night,
It keeps the sad thoughts at Bay.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
Through the skin,
Through the vein,
It was a needle
That masked the pain.
***** after *****
I kept going
Until I felt no longer sick,
Too weary to worry.
The skin goes red,
Leaving indentations
But they looked
More welcoming than
Intimidating.
My brain is
No longer mush,
The fog
Pushed to the side,
I could finally confide in the light
My tears turn
To coal,
Burning at day,
No longer cold at night,
It keeps the sad thoughts at Bay.
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