I am Atlas
"Let me kiss away your pain"
It's not that simple
My scars are not visible
But the cuts are deeper than any knife
I don't let my struggle show
There were days when if you strung me up- I wouldn't care
Times I drug the knife along my wrist- waiting for the courage
To press down
I'd wonder what would happen if I stayed under the water a little longer
Even now my wrist itches where the knives once touched
My neck remebers the feel of the rope
Eternal peace just a jump away
The sleep of a lifetime in one decisive cut
But something always stops me
I couldn't tell you why
I'm the only one who sees my scars
The one who keeps them from bleeding
No one can pull the knives out of my back
I am Atlas- I carry the world on my shoulders
Awaiting the day someone is strong enough- to share my burden
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