This mess I've created:
It cuts through my mind
Like a knife serrated.
Emptied of feeling right,
Now all the terrors
Consume fully the night.
Freedom may never come,
Wrapped in the bondage
Of wanting to be numb.
Darting flashes of fear
Keep me from holding
Anything close or dear.
Don't hold me too tight.
Before you know it,
I'll disappear from sight.
Trying so hard to please:
Is it the answer
To put my pains at ease?
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