the air hurts
its like a sun burn without sun
it cuts deep down into my skin
days like this
where no one seems to understand
where this pain comes from
pins an needles
the water stings on my skin
i am so tired
days like this
make me want to sleep
not for our but days
or maybe years
days like this
when clothes are like sand paper or silk
when nothing seems to comfort my soul
not words can be music to my ears
nothing seems to be able to make me feel better
my broken smiles and exhausted cries
pins and needles
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