I can't feel anything. But I'm drowning.
I can't see anything. But I can sense the pain in your eyes.
I can't move a muscle. But I can bend a joint.
I can't scratch myself. But I can cut.
I can't get out of bed. But I can manage to feel like a piece of shit at school.
I can't do anything. But I can do everything.
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Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
