Your knife is still in my back
In that hollow where you can't reach
To pull it out.
I've kept myself so busy
These past few weeks.
Because every time I lay back,
Try to relax,
Let my mind wander,
It pushes itself further in.
Straight through my spinal cord.
This pain is paralysing.
It's numbing.
I am cold all over
And I'm wishing you'd
Just loved me enough
To stab me through the heart instead.
Survive: Collected Poems
By ellrose1895
~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! ... More