Your knife is still in my back
In that hollow where you can't reach
To pull it out.
I've kept myself so busy
These past few weeks.
Because every time I lay back,
Try to relax,
Let my mind wander,
It pushes itself further in.
Straight through my spinal cord.
This pain is paralysing.
It's numbing.
I am cold all over
And I'm wishing you'd
Just loved me enough
To stab me through the heart instead.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
