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Open skys, please open
Wide.
Hold my wings and allow me
to glide.
Take my pain
that I hide.
And bring through the clouds
a brand new tide.
You jetted in and stole my heart away.
Left a hole of death in its flame proof space.
Leaving flesh to lay, burning and decay.
My heart was her: beauty and acid lace.
You had what I wanted and did not care.
The pen is mightier than the sword
As the cut is weaker than the word
And while your body is greatly scarred
In your heart you are even more scared
So I write for you
And give you words to heal
Tapping fingers on a desk
No one notices
Tapping fingers on the keys
Everyone laughs
Tapping fingers on my head
Everything is hurting
Tapping fingers on the trigger
Nothing
sometimes you dont know how you will feel,
sometimes you dont know how you will react,
sometimes you are so bottled up you dont know what to do,
sometimes you do things you didnt realize you did,
Today I lie in bed all day
Not wanting to get up and play
With my friends, who am I kidding?
I have no friends. So lost and alone.
It’s just me, myself, and I.
I feel desperate as I pick up the phone
she sees herself as a nobody,
and to others shes a nobody
by the time shes a somebody
she'll again be a nobody.
Parents tried to hear me, People tried to fear me
The letter I wrote said “Dear me,”
But I wouldn’t let anyone near me
Feeling like a doll nailed up against the wall
Wanting to fall, and just let go of it all
I shall wait with bated breath, because
These lacerations are tattooed on my back
Initiating the tears falling down my cheek while the scars
Spell out the hurt I’ve endured,
Spill out my pain through the wounds and
The mirror this morning hisses at me
I hear the croaks of past critique
And for some reason, I agree
This day is cold and bleak
Time sprints in silence
And jogs when I speak
