A wound to poke.

A wound to poke

and pick and peel

if you don’t stop I will never heal

I need time and space and a place to feel ok

I’m tired of running to your door

For you to turn me away

and if there is anything you would like to say

I don’t think I could take it in any way

I sit I’m tranced I’m stuck in places I’m far from and are in the past

I see the ghosts and hear their voices

Moments I’m stuck I feel my self stopped in

seconds I could have changed my life in simple ways

and I can’t go back to the days

make sure I make it out the right exit


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