Paper cuts

My bed is deep as I lay down

and try to ignore the noisy days

concentrate on the blissful silence

I fall deeper, harder

with every breath I take

but closed eyes won't block

the hurry and life

The life I'm suppose to

enjoy

love

I'm only surviving

living through relationships

nonsense conversations

while inside all this carefully built facade

I'm screaming loud enough

to lose my voice

The paper people

inside these paper walls

won't hear it

won't rip their way through

to my reality

All I get are paper cuts

that remind me what pain

is suppose to feel like

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