My body aches,
My voice shakes.
My thoughts are twisted,
My pain aint lifted.
My scars are open
And my wounds are burning.
But that still don’t stop my head from churning.
What has happened?
Who has ran?
Am I okay?
Can I even stand?
My clothes are gone,
My spirit broken.
My head is spinnin,
My thoughts are hopin.
I hear the voice,
And start to move,
Then I think,
“Are these real wounds?”
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