Scars and Stitches

By Far

My body in a gaping mess

of "cuts" and "scars" that haven't healed

Don't try to stop me

just lay flowers on the grave

and turn away

Prozac won't erase what flashes through the mind

When I try to sleep

unless  you can't quiet what speaks in my head

I can fly

The feelings of blood from my wrists

is how I know I'm alive

as it runs across the floor

I am, for once

Truly awake in this long dream

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