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How could you possibly do this?
All the ways you’ve brought me pain,
I know I can turn the blows to a near miss—
All the while going limp like a dropped chain.
Don’t you see you’re scarring me?
How could you possibly do this?
All the ways you’ve brought me pain,
I know I can turn the blows to a near miss—
All the while going limp like a dropped chain.
Don’t you see you’re scarring me?
daddy. i know i no longer call you this way.
there are some nights where i catch myself thinking about your wounds.
your hurting heart.
These are your hands and
This is how you tell the world you’re not all bad
These are your wrists, those are your scars,
This is your story
This is how you dodge the shattered glass around your feet
Sometimes it occurs to me
That everything I struggle with
Is because of you
You will never wear a welcome mat
As well as the porch steps
And now I struggle
To answer my front door
From Your Father:
I was not raised to be what you need.
I will never love you
And I left to spare you that pain.
I was never ready to be your father,
And so I chose to never be one to you.
Screaming only not to be heard,
not a word spoken just a glimpse of the emotion,hurt
the wondering soul that just wanted to run and hide,
could only find a little corner, the girl who cried inside
18: that's the age I have to be.
I have to wait three long years,
And it's killing me!
But when that three years is up, I get to find out how my life fell apart,
I get answers.
If I had it my way…
I would pass back over the infinite abyss of rocky, tortuous paths
Of Failed Attempts to Save Your Wretched, Reckless Soul
And frantically collect the pieces of me I've lost along the way,
Sitting in this hollow room alone ,
Screaming , crying , cursing at whats unknown
If there were some way to make it through the night
If there were some way to make everything right
I'd give anything tonight ,
What is distress in the land of opportunity
My life is a snitch because in the end she's always telling on me
I'm falling further into the abyss and its taking a tole on me
It feels like I'm standing
on the edge of a cliff
next to a calm sea
and at any moment
I could slip into the blue abyss
quietly, the water would burden my lungs
and with my last breath,
Once upon a time
There was a little girl
She had a mother and father
And a small black puppy
And her room was blue
And her sheets were blue
And she was in preschool,
Where she made a friend
