Again

i’m dying again

this cycle of pain never ends

the little girl inside, i miss her. 

i’m crying again

it’s such an easy life 

and i can’t get my shit together. 

i’m playing the violin 

only the instrument is my skin

and the bow is blue handled scissors.

i’m numb again 

the noise consumes me

and inside i wither.  

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