I've more knives in my back than I can count
I should be dead
I've more knives in my heart than I can count
How am I not dead yet?
I've cried more tears than I can count
How have I not drowned yet?
I've fallen more times than I can count
How have I not bled out yet?
I've screamed more times than I can count
How are my lungs not tired yet?
I've lost more hours of sleep than I can count
How have I not fallen asleep yet?
How?
How?
How?
How?
How?
I should be dead.
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
