The Darkness
The Darkness calls to me.
I walk to it,
It beckons me further.
I am lost,
I am lost to the darkness.
I close my eyes.
When I open them I see a light,
At the end of the darkness.
It's so far away.
I reach for your hand,
To late the darkness has taken me.
Christy Adkins
Why we cut.
We cut so deep,
Watch the blood.
To mask our pain,
The scars remind us.
Of those troubled times.
What we went through.
To be who we are today.
You may not understand,
You probably never will.
But, know we have a reason,
For why we cut ourselves.
It’s to remind us of who we were,
Who we are.
To tell the story,
So we don’t have to.
It hurts to much to speak of it again.
A wind rushes by me.
The rain hits my face.
I am running,
Running in a storm.
I wish I could get away,
Stop running,
But if I stop it will catch me.
I don't want to grow up.
I don't want to leave,
But my breath is slowing.
I need to stop.
So I do,
And time catches me.
Taking me away.
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