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Recognition

Recognizing
what I pretended
wasn't there

force myself to
deal
with it

(it was always
easier
to see
my wrists)

If you can't
see me
if you can't hear me

I can't really say
if I exist
or not

Silence is
too present
Written in my bones,
carved into my heart

I can't object
because
no one can hear me
(I am silent when I scream)

Again and again
I become my own destruction



Poetry by kristallkross
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 10:24

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