strung up by my hands and feet there is a point of a knife pointed and the soft part of my neck/throat. Â It takes all of my effort not to lean forward and be pierced and have it all end.
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Pierced
Two daggers pierced through my heart and tore up my soul;Â
My heart bleeds;Â
My body lay still;Â
Numbness consumes me,
Yet I continue to breathe mindlessly.Â
It is a battle between life and death.Â
I ask myself Why?
I faint voice inside of me whispers to me that it is the ray of hope that lays dormant deep within my soul.Â