There sure has been inessential suffering

If only you all would listen

Yet the auras are still shifting

What world is it today?

How should I act?

Let’s drain the color and toss us in sepia

Was that voice you?

Am I awake?

But the static grows

My body with internal electrical burns

Voices get loud and I cannot hear the world

So I split skin

Eventually enough marks make it quiet

It will come back

Tell me doc, did I get better?


You fed me drugs and locked me away

But you just wouldn’t listen

When will I stop adding new scars?

Why does it even matter?

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