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May 2014
I need some,
I need some of it
you scream at me,
I scream back losing my voice,
screaming to leave me alone,
curling up in my bed I
count my heart beats,
slowly,
praying to God he hears me,
laying alone in my bed I can't help but
have that impulse,
that crave,
that need to feel better,
so tired and drained,
I take a razor and it kisses my skin,
washing off my wrist I look into my dead eyes,
is this really me,
I look into her black dead eyes and pale skin,
this can't be me,
I hate her,
she smiles and looks at me,
you are me,
laughing I turn away and go to my room,
trying to fight the urge I just can't,
the new me looks around to sell my body for some
blow or ****,
it has to be better than this...it just has to
be better than this,
as the lights go out and I pray to be safe and
sound from my monsters,
I try to see the light,
try to drown my demons but it's no use,
they know how to swim
Natascia Rohaley
Written by
Natascia Rohaley  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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