My hands ✋

I search and search, for my heart is lost I search.

Too scared to run too scared to move.

Paralyzed by pain and fear I search.

I fight to live as I stager at the pain.

I sit beside me staring at what I see.

I shake my head at what I made me.

I fight to not listen at the pain I created.

The pain I will always see.

As I twitch in emptiness my eyes begin to see.

The more they find the more it hurts.

They look at me as a piece of meat.

Trembling legs, week arms, and scars from defeat.

I fight my self because of what I see.

It's me I'm looking at and me that won't succeed.

I stare and look, searching for answers, for that I concede.

I shred my self and my sole with my eyes.

They are too strong for me for that I am paralyzed.

I see my hands as the grasper of pain.

They are the retriever of all I have received from me.

As my hands fight back I see.

I am only what I want to be, and I still have a chance to defeat me.

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