Sometimes you just need to write a little darkly to ease your ailments.
~ Wounds heal. ~
The cut was just beginning to mend,
But I liked to pick it open again.
I never let them heal too soon.
I've been opening up my wounds
Curious to see they it would bleed.
Then maybe my mind would be freed.
So much happening inside this mind.
Left alone to think in thoughts at night.
In my mind, plants a little seed.
It grows and grows to take over me.
It suffocates me taking all my air.
Wouldn't it be nice to live without a care?
Am I damned to never be truly free?
Then why do I still bleed so easily?
And why do the seeds grow and grow,
Grabbing my soul with a firm hold?
I've been looking for a way out.
It all seems so helpless now.
They tell me there are easier days,
But I hold firm to my obsessive ways.
Just how long until I finally bleed out?
They don't hear my screams so loud.
It's so busy inside of here.
It's so busy inside of here.
I don't believe in easier days.
I'm prisoner to my obsessive ways.
Will I be free if I bleed out?
I'm picking this open now.
It's just so busy inside of here.
It's just so busy inside of here
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