Small actions of sad truths

by Margaret   Jul 11, 2005


Cry
Cry yourself to sleep.
Think of the pain that seems eternal.
Cut
Cut yourself and think
how the blood runs cold
and no one will ever know...
Burn
Burn yourself to see
the fires of hell upon yourself.
Sit
Sit in silence
until it breaks into a thousand peaces
like your heart and mind.

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