so hard to do
seemingly powerless
blocked by entities I can't see
vision is only given
to those with eyes shut tight
passing through my darkness
I see sporadic movement
in the corner of my eye
laughing ghosts of pain
flying through my open door
into the waiting night
picking at the wounds
to heal would leave a scar
torn apart and put together
you are the bandage
my heart has longed for
falling into your arms
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