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These are the moments I wish to bury
Honesty isn’t my style
Shroud the memories in apathy
I don’t feel denial

Russet eyes that plead guilt
Seething wounds that don’t go away
The gaping gashes that make me wilt
It breaks no one’s gaze

I paste this smile on everyday
Act like a steadying wind-up toy
Wish I might, wish I may
I’m coming uncoiled

I scoff at self-respect
I laugh about my pain
I grin about the thought of death
Forgiveness does not remain

Do I sound like the laughing child I used to be?
I’ve grown and experienced suffering
I’m hit with the demands of society
I know in my head that I can’t keep running

Heart beating, thumping, jumping out of my skin
Eraser memories etched in burns
Fire wrapping up my shin
Sharpie-covered arms bear hateful words

Hospital kids that play the same game
Sterile rage threatens sweet sanity
Escaping this delusional confusion is my aim
The part I play is not who I want to be.

I count the days that go by
I’m a porcelain doll threatening to break
These words I scream, these words I cry
I can’t control my rage

Delusional child, where is your mind?
I lost it long ago
These moments I cannot rewind
‘Lady Madness’ what happened to your hope?

Fingertips dance on the lettered keys
I channel my energy through this medium
Please understand the words I preach
I think I’m ready, I think I’m done

To rot in this coffin, so soon- a sin
Don’t dig me out of this hole
The tightening, winding rope too thin
The prospect of death:

I am sold.


So. That's about it, just my feelings and shit. I worked pretty hard on this so if you could rate or review that'd be great. Yup. c:

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