My quieted voice is now screaming
The pain inside my heart is bleeding
My damaged body is healing
From the pain that you caused
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Every night they relive their loved ones death
I sleep with him confined in my necklace
his ash against my skin
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After his death silenced me
and I felt that pain of wishing he was here
that he would come to me in my dreams
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I'm so tired from all this walking
and my eyes cant bear the sight of this world
my heart is longing for devotion
and of the promises we are told
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It is a quiet suffering
Causing a passive awareness
Amongst sparse outbreaks of intense emotion
Weeks of placid acceptance
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My heart is cut open
Can’t you see through my disguise?
No kiss or jagged needle
Could cut through my lies
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I want to heal you
Take you into my arms like a blanket
Listen to your stories
And soften your cries
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They think they know who I am
They hold me like I’m glass
And profess their love to me
I smile and attempt to feel
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These tears feel like glass
Sharp and cutting through my skin
Memories- distant clashing
Unsure of where to begin.
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We are the wild children
We dream of mystical lands
And take quests to nowhere
Riding trains for the hell of it
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