No matter how  
Much I rhyme
I will never be a poet
Concrete Angel
or Bring Me To Life
But I still write  
For maybe the truth is change

Let's listen
To Disturbed
Together
While exchanging
Another Way To Lie between
Each other

Know I nothing of this poem
But oh, still I love writing the name

Cut into my thighs
(Just losing weight)
Clean up the tub
(Just a little blood)
Throw away the evidence
(Suicide is a crime they can't punish)

There's been many things I've written
That I'm not exactly sure of
Texts that I've sent
That I was in doubt of
Things I've said 
Just because
Ways I've felt about what you said, repeating itself over and over,    
That just right
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Soft eyes and hands from my feet to my toes
And these sparks and hidden emotions
Leave my heart feeling super sensitive
Your fingers around my tear ducts
Your scratching the inside of my eyes
I think I might scream
Tissues and tears hidden in the corner of my heart
Between ******* these buttons and unzipping my jeans
Is the need to feel what comes between

You cannot convince me
That these polka dot dresses
Are cute
Because they only come in one color
Dots        
And more dots
So explain
How can you tell this truth to someone  
Who hates wearing these dresses?
You don't...