Do YOU know the words to say
To PULL ME from comatose?
Do you know the words TO yell
To walk me back from YOUr edge?
How long would you look in a crowded world
Before slamming the door?
Do you know how to save a life?
This is not the way to remove my knife
Don’t be mad; don’t be sad
My eyes still blink for YOU
Hoping to capture your STOLEn last gaze
Releasing your grip; turning MY FACE pale from blue
I’m too far down now
Gripping my sorrow hoping to drown
A sad case I am
Infinite summons of happiness
I just can’t
Your face couldn’t drag me back now
Reluctant to grab your hand
A piece of YOU that constructs the form
I’m spilling my HATE TOO
Tell the truth and hide the lies
I still know your deepest thoughts
Even with absent eyes
Don’t shove me again, I am still reaching
I am reaching below YOUr black
Trying to map your consistent ATTACK
And how SO QUICKLY this knife
All of a sudden it’s hanging from my back
Is this everything YOU wanted?
You executed YOUR plan to PERFECTION
I am always proud
Take some advise for your endless roads
When the feelings you wield drag the water form your eyes
Don’t send them below
Wait two years
Say hateful words
And pretend to be right
MY pain doesn’t have mercy
Numbs the BODY morning to morning relentlessly
Constant WHISPERS fogging my ear
“YOU were always innate TO ME.”
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