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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™