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worse

The mesh that is my brain
Is full of shards of glass
Every time I think
The glass just cuts

My brain bleeds so much
It's no longer red
Blood rushing out the eyes
falling from my cheek

My heart is encased
A blanket of barbed wire
Each time it beats
Makes it hurt worse

I'm not sure
If it's the wire
Or the beating
That hurts worse

Written by Ianhelpless (Ian helpless)
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