Remembering it all

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Pain slips through my pores and my nerves are on edge

Unhinged to my very core being

Baby I'm swaying in the crossfire

Of it all nothing brings the misery but the memories that follow along do.

Misery that sticks to the skin like a tattoo but holds no form of comforting endearment.

Letting it breath through me like the wind through my hair.

Contagious sickness that slips into your soul.

A part of yourself that you can't deny anymore than can you breath air.

Can your soul be broken like your heart feels each passing day.

Hide away the pain that is indescribable by momentary bliss.

Bliss that passes you as fast as it came that you wish you could store it away forever in your heart.

Bliss that mends the broken in the darkest of times.

Baby my grip on reality is like cracks in the concrete for it may fade but it returns in the end.

Time is my abductor it captures me in the strongest hold and rides me through the memories that are worth but a blink of an eye.

Escape is my wish to the shooting star one that may never come for me

Scream out in the night is what my brain shouts through my body

My touch is different even to myself but my hands feel tied out of reach.

Solutions seem like balloons too far to reach in the sky.

Baby the edge beckons me like a warier traveler

Unsure of it all I explore on for I don't know what will become.

Corrupt in the mind yet I hold a conscious to want to live on.

Fighting like a prisoner to a war I may never win.

Poison fills my bones baby I'm great at fooling everyone but myself

Guess I know better than to trust myself even in my happiest of times.

Pain that even screaming can't do it justice.

Baby I'm a Russian stacking doll because the pieces of myself never seem to end.

Broken in spirit but twinkles in sunlight with you dear.

Be my poison baby intoxicate me endlessly.

Numb the pain if just for a while

dull my senses if just to bring a delightful distraction baby.

Dear the distance feeds the worst that a mind can dream for the unknown possibilities can haunt even the best of the best.

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