Fleeting
My skin crawls
I sink from the inside out
Like bricks fill my lungs
There is peace in my fingernails
There's escape in sleep
My thoughts hide behind my brain
And tie my tongue
Swearing to kill it if it reveals too much
My nirvana is in my pillow
My mind has aged much too quickly
My body is left behind
My, my, my
First friendships are just last goodbyes
The darkest places make the best shelters
I can be alone
See my thoughts in the dark
A visual display of agony
My own horrific puppet show
Sunlight hurts my eyes
I am on the spot, ashamed
They tailor my wrecked skin
Yet I am left with shiny pink reminders
These reminders send me to hell
Where I used to be, where I still am
I am warped to the February evening
When the job was not done right
Slow healing will not let me forget
I am too young to think this way
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