I'm surrounded by many
And yet I still feel alone
I'm next the fire
But I still feel so cold
Jokes keep being made
But I can't bring myself to smile
Music is blaring
But the words seem to go over my head
Nothing seems real anymore
I don't feel alive
I feel so weak, so volunerable
The razor, so powerful in my hands
Glistens in the reflecting light
This, the one thing I notice
As I push it deep into my skin
I need this. The pain. The one feeling I still have
Again and again; I watch the blood poool on my skin
And as it falls to the ground
I start to fade away
Slowly, deliberately.
The pain is replaced with something else
Relief; longing. I found what I wanted
What I needed to feel
Now that you're gone
This is what's left
Then suddenly everything fades
Even the pain that I've carried for so long
It leaves
I welcome the darkenss
The end
No
This new beginning
I've found you again
And for the first time in a long time
I finally feel
Home
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Sky's Limit
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