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What is there to do
When you’re told
That your feelings
Are an illness?
And it’s spreading.
Like fire.
A numb, wet cold;
A plague without desire.
My mind is diseased.
And what is there to do
But just let it bleed?
For there are no bandages to conceal
What cannot be seen.

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Swallowing a pill doesn’t
Give me a father.
I could inhale all the pills in the world
But a little girl would still be without
Those stubbled hugs and a hand to hold.

I can talk a lot.
I can fill a silent room with words
-if you want-
Talk of all the times that hurt to remember
But those memories wont unstick.

Shoot me with electricity and
Shock my body like a criminal
On death row-
Charged with not letting go.

Tell me I’m just ill.
Tell me I’ll get better
Because maybe I will.

I apologise for the -slightly- gloomy tone of this post! Maybe one day I shall command my creative juices to be more cheery but until then, it looks like I’ll be needing permanent tissues stapled to my cheeks!



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