blather
site_unseen
CheapVodka underneath
you don't see her scars
you can't hear her screams
you don't see her bleeding
she's not free like you
in her head
she's trapped in her head
like a box
those mimes can't get out of
the walls aren't really there
but she's trapped
constant tight rope
of her own self destruction
no more pretty colors
no more beauty
just her black and white world
her clothes cover it all up
if you don't see it then it's not there
her reaching for help
doesn't reach far enough
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unhinged i'm not reaching out to you though you see

the disappointing nature of humanity has proved itself one too many times
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whoknows i prefer to think of it as choosing to stay inside the safety of the box ive come to know so well. but i guess one could argue that that in itself is being trapped. 011104