by Imanni
lungs have no air
heart has no beat
nose has no smell
eyes cant see
hands cant touch or feel warmth
legs cant walk
lips wont move
veins empty of blood
shatter glass
broken up words
broken lamps
broken girl
broken world
violence fills the air
he hits and hits and hits again
saying shes a bitch
a whore
he's such an artist
who paints all of his work in blood
she's dead on the inside
choking on her own pain and guilt
friends cry, she's insane
will she ever be the same
heart starts to beat slowly
lungs start to fill with air
mind starts to send signals
hands can feel
nose can smell
legs can walk
veins start to pump
and lips start to move
she says
fear is not here or there
insane aren't we all
crazy
delusional
mentally changed to some degree
but why does it only have to be me
because i told or because i'm alive
even tho the tear aint dried
still i rise
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