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Don't Touch MeFlinch
Don't touch me
I cannot be touched
I cannot feel the breath of another
Every linger of the past
Every presence which won't leave me alone
Time cannot erase these
I need a hero
I need someone there
To teach me how to feel again
To teach me how to get over this
To teach me how to smile
And how to laugh again
I want to learn to hug again
I smile because?I cry all alone, these nightmares haunt me
They engulf me in a hole where no one can get me out
I cry so hard, so much, until I fall asleep,
But yet I smile, I smile knowing that worse could've happened.
I won't live in the past that engulfed me whole,
That world is going to end,
No matter how much someone abused me,
No matter how much someone used me,
No matter how much it hurts to think about rape,
I've finally had enough.
I'm building a guard around me,
I'll never let my guard down, because it's better to have battered armour than none at all.
I'm not listening to the lies, the words that come out of someone's mouth.
I do not trust anyone that gives me a bad vibe, because I'm afraid I'll get hurt again.
I cry and cry and cry, when I am all alone
I still hurt, this cut is deep inside,
But I smile for my friends, for my family,
So they don't worry.
I'm done with this world, it's made me who I am, and now I'm finished finding myself,
And now I smile because I deserve too
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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