I see you                              blank stare; listless;
Hair matted;                      unshaven.
A caustic mix                      of sweaty tears
And dirt-kissed                  dead skin cells.

I want to                              fix you;
Regardless of the              deep wounds
that insist                            on infection. The
Raw pain persists             when you smile.

I want to                              make you laugh;
Break through                   Ice, bone and
Show you that                   pain is a trap
Of infinite                            Proportions.

But yet, you are not alone.

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Just sassing it up one day at a time.