Here I am suffering the same sickness
It's worst by I believe there's a cure
This is my long stand mental illness
I need a dose of pain reliever
And there's nothing in earth with such kind of medicine
For you hold it in your hand, it's within you darling.
Inside this four cornered room, I start to breakdown
Spilling my blood and spreading my cuts
I have no talent, except for this art in my body
My masterpiece in which I poured out my heart
With blades and needles while calling your name softly
I'm holding back to tell you my story
Cause I doubt if you'll find it interesting
I'm thankful for your chats, sending me "Hey?"
Those were the times when I forget about over thinking.
11:11
Rona Olito
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/10/2019
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