Hearing you
Say the words
I know its not the same
I know it's not always okay
Music to me
Dying to tell the truth
Being truthful is a lie
Hurt is in my hand
But theres no splinter
No ache
No residual
A constant visual
I am falling
Like gravity
Being pulled
Floating
No control
No hand to hold
Hurt is nothing
Not there
Not equal to anything
Bruises along my wrists
Aches and breaks and twists
Turn me into a shape
I am out of my mind
A flight of sound
That I drown out
- sent this to seb
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Notes by Nailinthewall
ŞiirIf you enjoy reading poetry, songs and quotes by a mentally ill female with a sense of humour then this is the book for you!
