Seen through my wounds, the world appears red,
I want it to fade and disappear, as I toss in my bed.
The morning sunrise, doesn't feed and sustain,
My heart has stopped beating, it's all the way brain.
The brain calculates, who to trust and how much,
I'm always on the lookout, for new wounds as such.
Once a victim, now a survivor, the label doesn't help,
At the slightest slight, I get triggered, and go for the scalp.
My past defines me; I can't afford another defeat,
I can't let you cheat me; I'll never get back on my feet.
You may be an angel in disguise, I'll give it a pass,
When I'm bleeding profusely, cauterization seems a farce.
You want to hurt me further, when I'm already hurt and clearly in pain,
My heart is not convinced, though my brain realizes it's for long-term gain.
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