Paint over my edges
Lift my pages to see
Why I don’t bleed
Why my eyes
Don’t cry
Why they don’t see
Picking at scabs
Aroused by the burn
Reflection in the mirror
Now it’s your turn
Eyes widen
Looking back at me
Easing now the feelings
Of the uneasy
Biting my tongue
I have nothing to say
Day turns into night
I fade away
Let me play
Let my mind be free
Black frees my heart
But it takes over my mind
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