I looked down and I saw
My hand
My sleeve
The faded scars on my arms
My painted nails
A little scracth from somewhere
I saw the gravel from the parks path
And a little grass
I saw the trees
And the moon
I saw the twinkeling stars
And I thought to myself
'If this is the last I see
That is okay'
And I exhaled slowly
And then all turned into darkness
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
