Dealing with the Pain
Without them, I'd be far off worse.
Be six feet under, emotionless.
Without them, I would bottle it all inside
Exploding suddenly, shattering in all directions.
Needing somebody to help mend me together,
As I once was?
Not knowing where to turn…
Where, where can I turn?
All the doors are locked, the keys hidden from me.
My eyes, my hands and heart
See, touch or feel any other way to get through.
So she searches for her blade
Takes it to her wrist and then drags
It then starts dripping, but suddenly pours.
What other can I deal?
I'm the lost girl with the marks of