What am I?
Theres paint on the walls that I couldn't scratch off
Theres wine in my glass- I had filled to the top
The blood likes to speak- stubborn trying tough
Life is infuriating, and I've had enough…
Angry red marks 'They're so beautiful let them show?'
Oh, so very beautiful under the hospital glow
I was but once 10, when I thought I'd had it all
But 4th grade math was the lest of it all
I was but once 5, I couldn't recall-
Smashing and bashing, destructive downfall
I was but once young, I was once small
I was but once older, yet I was once tall
I was but once, oh so many, many things
Yet my stomach still rumbles, my ears still ring
The marks stain skin, even after all this time
The pill's still bitter, a salted lime
Voices command the blade- so shiny and bright
And they tell me I won't- miss the vein this time....
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