I laid on the floor , leaning against the door
Tears in my eyes, as I stare into the sunrise
Another sleepless night, with no inner light
Memories refill my mind, and I become blind
Once again

Everyone asks why, but yet I walk away like always
I wonder if they hear my cries
Or do they see the pain in my eyes
Do they see the scars all over my arms
Which are almost fading , making me have a craving

A craving to take the blade
I am not afraid of death
I am not afraid of taking my last breath
I am not afraid of the flood of blood
Leaking from my skin

To be honest, its similar to
Playing violin , except
On your skin ,but
I wonder , do they really care
Or does my words slip by like air


-Mari De Villiers
-Mari.***.FMH
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