Awakening
Skilled.
Talented.
With the knife to make the cuts.
Burning.
Stinging.
Sorrow for never being enough.
Tugging.
Pulling.
Trying to get the badness out.
Blood.
Stains.
Cuts on the surface don’t reach the soul.
Broken.
Pieces.
Everyone sees and wants to fix.
Jaded.
Scarred.
All that people see.
Independent.
Whole.
Feelings from within.
Seeing a whole from these broken pieces.
Gifted.
Cursed.
Feelings.
Immersed.
Cannot change, cannot erase.
What to do, what to feel.
Lost in a sea of emotions, floating on a piece of the wreck.
What is left is in tattered shards.
Making it out alive.
Treading water, barely breathing.
Holding on for some unknown reason.
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