What it's like to be me
The ever constant fear
The whispers in my ear
The sinking feeling
That starts in my heart
The on going battle
To tear myself apart
The slice of knives
On skin, with faded scars
You'll never see
The inside of my heart
The middle of my brain
Where insanity begins
The flowing of words
And the dropping of pins
I don't think you know
How hard this all is
And if you did
You'd give me a kiss
Please stroke my hair
Hold my pain in your arms
For now I will cry
Holding your palms.
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