Pressing a knife
Against my wrists
Used to satisfy the itch
It doesn't now.
Pressing a knife
Against my throat
Used to satisfy the itch
It doesn't now.
This itch
This urge
Will now only be satisfied
By a quick hard swipe
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoesiaLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
