Counting without a purpose
Sounds a bit crazy
Feeling a bit worthless is just a phase see
Others quick to judge
But no one takes the time to
Dig deep but without doing too much
Drip drip
Running down a warm arm
Marks and bruises left for evidence
But no one cares enough to see it as relevant
Cry for attention?
More like a cry for redemption
Why did God make me like this?
Why am I never happy with this?
Splatter splatter what a mess
I am counting without a purpose
Short and beautiful ❤️
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