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Scab
A few dark thoughts to a question in my mind
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What do you do when
you feel like you have to make a decision
to a question you aren't sure
you should be asking

it rolls in your mind
fresh

(like that cut on your wrist)


what is the right answer
what is wrong
is the answer now
or wait until later

when you are all alone
thinking of one question
that stays the same
as the world keeps spinning
and the people keep living

worry.

If I make a decision today, will it still be the right one tomorrow?


and the mind keeps running
as the blood keeps dripping

(the cut is open)


Is it really that bad
does it really matter
are you making too big of a deal
or not enough

If you answer
         you can't go back
If you don't answer
         can you go forward

Yes.
No.
The question is roaming
put it away
only to rip open again

(like that damned cut)


You console
when the time comes you will know
but is it the time now
do I need to make it that time

too much thinking
dizzy from wondering in circles
just don't worry about it


go with the flow
let the fates take it
but are you getting deeper
in a pile of shit

(and a pool of blood from that jagged cut)


low enough to keep you alive
high enough to keep you still
life being wasted
or thought being useless

enough is enough
turn off the lights
shove it away
you've thought til you were blue in the face
or green in the toes
keep it behind you
forget about it

let the fucking cut scab.
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