A Dying Mind
Every night it’s the same
I lie awake with this pain
While everyone sleeps I slip away
My mind is screaming but my tongue is tied
My body aches but so does my mind
To end it all would that be bad
To leave behind this life I have
The thought of a blade running down my arm
Would that be bad to watch the blood run
To feel something other than numb
My mind aches from being held down
Just once it says just once
But if I do what will they say
Will they say it was for attention or maybe because she’s crazy
So no I cannot take that blade
Though my fingers ache to be with the blade
To feel the blade cut through skin
But no one can hear my silent screams
As I slowly die away
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