Nails that scratch
Inside my brain
It makes no sound
This uncomfortable pain
All relief is in vain
It shall pass
As it all does
This screeching glass
This breath of saw dust
So I stop
Don’t make a move
I once fought
But all I can do is lose
I am afraid
Not of the feeling inside
But of the decisions I made
To make it subside
Nothing works
The screeching continues
I stand waiting because
It will end
As it all does
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC
Nails that scratch
Inside my brain
It makes no sound
This uncomfortable pain
All relief is in vain
It shall pass
As it all does
This screeching glass
This breath of saw dust
So I stop
Don’t make a move
I once fought
But all I can do is lose
I am afraid
Not of the feeling inside
But of the decisions I made
To make it subside
Nothing works
The screeching continues
I stand waiting because
It will end
As it all does
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