**words

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~t/w: mentions of s3lf-injury and s3lf-h@rm~


i have all these words inside my brain

they bump around and cause me pain

i pour them out with pen and ink

to sort out the thoughts in which i think.

i write away to no avail

for brand new words are setting sail.

i scratch the words with permanence

but with no hope towards making sense.

like angry bees they buzz around

but the right words are never found.

i can't hope to describe how i feel

these words just do not seem as real.

the blades and cuts take away the pain

from my wrists, the blood will drain

and once i'm feeling good and numb,

right back to the pen i come.

to stop the sadness, fear and rage,

i put my feelings on the page.

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