Abby Wesson Biography

her touch is so inviting
but I cannot give in
ive been taught since I was little
that this feeling is a sin
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I’ve morphed myself into a trance as I search for my friend
I find him in a drawer, shining silver and sharp
While lifting it I remove the safety cap
And as I draw it across me, I feel nothing
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beaten and battered my hands hold tight
a silent stare and a harsh bright light
open dress that breezes throughout
a fight for sanity, a nurse's sweet doubt
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here came nightmares
here came screams
here came wrists
and wasted dreams
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Each night I step into the bathtub
I set the knob at its highest temperature
Wanting to be able to feel it burn
I sink into a lying position
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