tripping...

There is this pain
Deep in me,
Underneath the scars
Bleed so profusely.

You shared me
My life
My mind
My body…

I was never the best
Perfection isn’t human
You understand that too

Now I scream
And wish someone
Helped me cross
Life’s roads...

Please return
My distress calls.
Hold me
As I trip

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