Torn between their words and mine
lost within hurt to close to bear
scars hidden from the eyes
but sewn to the heart
...
how do you find yourself lost like before?
i have pushed further, further from this
strict disaster
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'I'm afraid to be weak and yet he is dying and all he can show is courage; why can't i be you? '
i never knew this man until my sixteenth birthday.
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I don't want to cry forever....
this feeling is haunting
pauses of breath i guess i wasted
...
is there a point to living?
there's no way you could love me
when we did what we wanted
our moves
...
peering past and further on
i see another standing there in my place looking scared.
lights burned out screams singing just a little softer
i figure no one is there
...
your the only one strong enough to claim me
yet here we are falling into pieces of a puzzle
i'm not familiar with
i hold you high and stand for the heart you pour out
...
So many words are left inside a storage waiting for the day when their purpose will arrive bringing them together.
I feel as though my heart is confined within a miniature box breaking because there's no room to grow.
I've noticed that even in my dreams I am not myself.
I do not feel real.
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Throw my fist into your chest and rip what heart you have left out.
All that remains is the selfishness buried deep beneath it.
I wish I could say you were someone of importance but when the curtains
draw close and the lights burn out there's nothing but the darkness
...