Wounded

Jan 07, 2008 21:12

Senses on overdrive
Hyper sensitive
Familiar unknown sounds
Walking
Day or
Night
Walking behind
The sharp stabbing sound of running
At home
Alone
My heart seizes up
My breath heavy
My self sweaty
My pulse races
My muscles tense
Breaking on pure contact
People on the street
A dark menace
Stay away from me
I no longer see you
Know longer know you
No longer have compassion for you
My frail guard is up
I'm no longer myself
I will never ever be the same
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