Poem 9

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The scars on my mind

Are by far the worse

you can check my arms, my legs, my thighs

But you never check my mind

what goes on up there isn't the same

as it used to be

it's sliced up into tiny pieces

sometimes the words that come out my mouth

is my mind

it tries to escape from time to time

it tries to drown

there's always a frown

I just want it to calm down

but it doesn't care what i want 

all it knows is it wants to get out

it tried twice just to wake  and lay around

no one ask why does it wanna drown




  

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