ControllingA Poem by Infinitedreamer
I keep a knife
by the side of my bed, and use it to control what happens in my head. On nights when I, feel so alone. I take the knife, and give it a home. I feed it with the red liquid that it craves, and tell it to be quiet and not misbehave.
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Added on March 23, 2015 Last Updated on March 23, 2015 Tags: poem, poetry, life, cutting, knife, sad, depressing, depression AuthorInfinitedreamerMAAbout"Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup" Most everything I post is incomplete. I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. If it doesn't make sense to you it's ok, it still makes sense.. more..Writing
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