FicWad

A/N: If you're reading this, you're probably wondering:

"Claire, I thought you left, you crazy fucker!"

I ended up deciding that I will be here. I just won't write fics and shit, I'll write poetry. Right now, I'm going to work on a collection of eight songs, all titled Untitled Number -insert number here-. If you would like to leave a theme for me, please do so. For this one, I used the word "goodbye". I hope you like it! I don't imagine this one as being a heavily instrumental song, I imagine this as soft guitar or piano.

Untitled Number One
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Sporadic goodbyes left on radios,
How we all wish they never came.
All those crackly tears that you can't wipe away.
We wished on our broken souls and asked someone to fix us.
It's been a month, where is our savior?

When all that's left is your echo,
How can I face the mirror and tell myself I'm fine?
Red eyes from crying,
The unmistakeable stench of sorrow hanging around me.
If you looked closely, you'd see the scars.
I doubt you will, nobody does.

The world's burning down and I'm on the bathroom floor,
Decomposing myself in a most unelegant of fashion.
Somehow, the anxiety pills aren't calming me down,
I'm a mess.
Isn't that what time expected?

When all that's left is your echo,
How can I face the mirror and tell myself I'm fine?
Red eyes from crying,
The unmistakeable stench of sorrow hanging around me.
If you looked closely, you'd see the scars.
I doubt you will, nobody does.

I strived to change myself but couldn't,
The lights shone down much too much and I melted.
Cracking under pressure,
I've lost myself and all my faith in humanity.

(Whispered)
When all that's left is your echo,
How can I face the mirror and tell myself I'm fine?
Red eyes from crying,
The unmistakeable stench of sorrow hanging around me.
If you looked closely, you'd see the scars.
I doubt you will, nobody does.

soft, fading instrumental