Secret

I can show you
But are you sure you want to know?
“It’s dark”
“It’s too dark in here!”, you scream.

It is so much easier
To close your eyes
But we both know
You can’t see anyway

You can close your eyes
But that doesn’t mean
It’s not there

Bite your nails
Your skin
Twirl your hair
Nervously

So trapped
You want to cut around
The black dashes on your skin
With scissors

“Cut me out of this sinking ship
Water filling up these cracks
Breaking 
Loudly
Cut me out
So I could live”

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