Xx
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Bleeding feet,
From treading on the pieces of a broken world
Blistered hands,
From writing and lying to myself it makes things better.
So I have to somersault along the thin rope of sanity,
Glowing neon,
Like a silver cleavage splitting depression into two.
Alone,battling the echoes of battered anvils shattering my bones,
The pain is heavy
I only hope these heavy melancholies don't snap the rope.
The blood makes the journey more slippery.
I sleep hoping I wake up to a six foot blanket.
I can feel my pieces splitting like my body is radioactive,
And pain is an infinite nuclear reaction.
I hope these tears drown my life away.
I hope the words buried in the cataracts of my heart survive and sing beautiful verses to the world above.
I am tired of fighting this war with myself.
Half of me wins
Half is left bleeding with no flesh to stitch to the broken bones.
_dark.side_
Elliepoet™
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