Rubber Band

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Staring at the ceiling.

The lights are off.

Music fills the room.

Razors locked up somewhere no one knows.

A rubber band around my right wrist.

I'm constantly pulling at it.

It hits my skin.

Making a bruise.

I'm crying for someone to save me.

Drowning in my own thoughts .

Asking god why he out me here.

Someone save me from myself please.

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