Did
Carve the words into my bones
Try to make me believe.
Strip me of this flesh so that my soul
Can finally breath.
Sip upon my own blood
So i remember that im real.
Dig the glass in deep
So i remember how to feel.
Why is it that im more than one
Will i ever become free
Its harder every day to know
The voices are simply me.
How could it be there are so many
Trapped within one mind
When i die will all roam free?
Or will the splits be left behind.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2020
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