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It's intresting whatever I am
Sometimes I'm not real
An observer to words on a page
To the life not really there
Wondering...
Is this normal?
I float around tethered
To a body that feels as if it shouldn't exist
Sometimes I beg
Beg for release
Beg for an end
For the void of the unknown
Sometimes I bring a knife to my skin
It's not a release
Not really
The blood though
Red liquid that gives me life
Spilling out
Sometimes it beads
Sometimes it flows
It's pretty, I think
Watching my lifeblood spill
It's not a solution
Never has been
Sometimes though...
Sometimes I'm okay
Sometimes I do something fun
Those times ebb and flow
Is it worth it?
I don't know
I guess I'm not dead yet