May 2015
Carving into my desk
As I imagine carving into myself
Engraving my heart and soul
With warning signs
And almost empty threats
That shroud my pleas for help
As I imagine carving into myself
Engraving my heart and soul
With warning signs
And almost empty threats
That shroud my pleas for help
I promise it's not to keep you out.
It's to keep me in.
It's to keep me in.
(Locked away in my mind.)
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