Blessed and broken
Blessed be thee broken
For thy bones cannot hurt thee worse
Thy story knownst but never spoken
Thy living self tis but a curse
For myself knoweth thy pain
Both thy unspoken and thy hidden body
Thee unbearableness tis in thy veins
Waiting to be disembodied
Thy knees be weak when standing on a ledge
Tis weakness thee bid thyself
As thy skin cleaves between thee knifes edge
Pain shall fleeth if thee kill oneself
Ending in thy most subtle ways
To not be seen by thy loved one
To be remembered for thy better days
blessed are thee broken. For Life, again, won
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