Lyrical Musings an emotional journey via train of thought

Not Much

scratch
not much
just enough to draw
the blood
again, not much
just enough to know I’m
alive
ice
to number the burning pain
but it stings instead
the flesh
swollen and red
just enough to remind
me that the pain is real
just enough to make me
feel
just enough to make me
hurt

-myself

-just

-enough

-to know

I-

breathe-

just enough
to do it all
again (not much)

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