This wound opens up again
Imaginary blood flows freely
From a wound that is not visual
From a cut deeper than the deepest canyon
More painful than any physical abrasion
As the blood flows
My head fills with thoughts
Every one as painful as the next
Why does she hate me so
Am I really that much of a monster
I find myself drawn to submitting
Believing everything she says
I want to replace this cut in my soul
Or at least transfer it to my wrists
That way the pain will only last a second
Then everything will fade away
All the pain and discomfort she's caused
All the thoughts of what she's said
All the memories of biting the bullet
Coming so close to the end
Finally I will just finish it
Once and for all
Finding the end to this pain
So that this invisible wound may disappear
And laying me to rest
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My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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