Fleeting Peace

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There’s a desire in my mind,

voices in my head.

Some want to help me

and others wish me dead.

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A yearning wracks my body,

right down in my bones.

I can’t control the shaking

or the sway the voices own.

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I would never cut myself,

at least that was the plan,

but I just can’t seem to deal

when chaos hits the fan.

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Coming from all directions,

voices slay my surface calm,

but the ones that seem the loudest

are the ones that wish me harm.

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I want so badly to hurt myself

so these voices will go away.

They have to leave me alone,

and this seems the only way.

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I have always been a crutch,

on which other people lean.

All these instabilities

never can be seen.

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I block them all inside

so no one hears my shame.

I am all but stable.

I will not show my pain.

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To keep these voices tranquil

to keep them quiet for a time,

I need that steel on my skin,

so fleeting peace can be mine.