I look at you
And you’re hurt,
bleeding.
Too many people
Have cut you,
Left scars,
Like ink blots on your skin.
And your own hand,
It’s penned those lines too.
I want to help,
To erase the marks,
To wipe away the ink.
But I can’t.
I don’t know how.
You’ve set walls,
So high around you,
Trying to keep the monsters out.
But you’ve left no room to escape.
I want to scream,
“Let me in!”
“Let’s run.”
“Come fly away.”
But you can’t hear.
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