Holden Wolfe · May 22, 2012
thirteen, now

Writers are my friends
Turned the blade again
Blood leaked through the skin
Shedding remnants and disadvantages

I feel safe inside
My own honey mind
You said not to hide
I feel late again, I feel late again

Twisted metal friends
Off to school again
Trapped inside my mind
Forgot it all again

We should stay inside
Pretend that it is raining
Im not trying to hide
We should stay inside
Watch the world spin and,
Count the cuts again
We should stay inside

I wrote this when I was 13 to the rythym of something in the way
 
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