I wish I could rewind existence, watching the hardened scar tissue.
It would become a scab again, the times would show themselves folding back into before.
Each gruesome wound becoming increasingly fresher, soon unliving themselves,
Becoming undone before my very eyes, and I'm where the wounds are unseen.

I cry for I yearn the times before the one girl who showed me what love was, left me.
The times where this warm, amazing girl would tend to my every pain.
We would do all this in the name of the adoration of us and our love.
I wish I could pull the situation from asunder, however the tide has made it long gone.

It seems it has been ages since the cursed day upon which my life reversed.
The day events and surroundings forced me into a plummet which I couldn't resist.
A plummet which despite the horrid disillusions I became aware of, I did not prevent. Now my mind, wracked with the intolerable pain that feels as though some beast squeezes my head, can no longer see the brighter outcome of all of this.

In partnership with everything else that I've suffered, I can no longer be numb to this loneliness.
The billion pricks of needles, steadily and in tempo, drilling my skull,
Seem to have found their new home, and my life shows no sign of change.
I may have to deal with the hideous, symbolic scar tissue for good.



- Danny Wharton

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