Cut myself one day,
it was like I almost died,
then I realized I felt nothing,
well nothing deep inside.
Cut myself again that next morning,
then there was nothing there,
kinda sat there wondering,
but I wasn’t even scared.
Then came that next day,
imaginary in my mind,
wondering as I drifted aimlessly,
what freedom I might find.
Months went by,
the years they slowly passed,
looking at the scars along my arms,
that had at one point been a small gash.
Reminiscing all the hard labors of my life,
considering all had just been work,
cuts and bruises from my childhood,
had become my wages and it now hurt.
There were no longer dreams,
freedom in my mind,
I find myself now cut and bruised,
but its simply the daily grind.

10/10/2009

Posted on 10/11/2009
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