Wondering
Alone in this cold world, bleeding inside. Feels like somebody took a knife, shoved the blade in my stomach, and twisted. I can't stop the hemorraghing. It works too quickly.
My thoughts only make the pain worse. What will happen? When? Will it ever? My thoughts travel so fast, it's all a blur. I'm sometimes scared to speak, thinking I might say something wrong. The sickly sweet smell of fear, my fear, drifts up my nose, making me want to gag. I just want the pain to stop and ahve my soul realigned with the part that's missing. I feel like there is a hole in me, one that only a single person can fit. Then will I be calm, like a persect summer day.
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