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He kisses me softly and holds me close,
I don’t react at all. I can’t.
I’m sure he would be able to do anything to me
and not one part of me would flinch.
He asks me why I say that,
I can’t respond.
I don’t know why I am so lifeless.
He tells me not to take the razor to my skin anymore.
But I can’t listen.
He tells me he knows how bad the cuts hurt.
But it doesn’t hurt,
not anymore.
13 slashes on my left arm
not one of them hurt.
The breaking and bursting of my heart is dreadful.
But still, not one of them hurt.
>l< Francesca
I don’t react at all. I can’t.
I’m sure he would be able to do anything to me
and not one part of me would flinch.
He asks me why I say that,
I can’t respond.
I don’t know why I am so lifeless.
He tells me not to take the razor to my skin anymore.
But I can’t listen.
He tells me he knows how bad the cuts hurt.
But it doesn’t hurt,
not anymore.
13 slashes on my left arm
not one of them hurt.
The breaking and bursting of my heart is dreadful.
But still, not one of them hurt.
>l< Francesca