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Mar 2018
I try to cut myself into pieces to see which part is best
Today I like my heart, I'll throw away the rest
I don't like putting good organs to no good use
So I'll use them as a shield to catch the abuse
The cuts will bleed but I pay them no mind
It's the damage to my brain that I don't see too kind
I cry myself to sleep every night and hope that without a single fright I'll sleep a sleep that never ends and inside my dreams are all my friends
They each take turns greeting me but soon they'll end up deceiving me
They all surround me and jump up and down
Their unmasked faces show their frowns
They all hold their hands up high
And scream and shout as they count to five
Their blood oozes from out their ears
And each one of them turns into one of my fears
They keep screaming and screaming
They tell me I'm dreaming I'm dreaming
I won't wake up
I won't wake up
My ears are bleeding but the blood shuts out some of the sound
And their blood that was oozing has seeped underground
The ground is now red
All of them, just dead
Written by
BleedingIsHereditary  18/M
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