they tell me it's beautiful, I should be smiling.
they don't see the marks it's leaving from digging itself so deeply into my skin
they haven't seen the time it's robbing from me
this pain isn't normal
it can't be beautiful
they are cutting, blending into my neck, becoming a part of me
something I can't escape
these days are dark, will I be able to move about?
to scream out?
my spirit ripped apart from my soul, breath stolen, my heart on the verge of failing
will anyone stop to cut me free?
so far they haven't noticed me fighting to merely breathe
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