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please i need an out

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its getting worse
I grab onto fire hydrants
Because they feel jusy like your heart
Completely untouched
Dusty and red

I stare up at the street lights
Because they look just like your eyes
Painfully blinding
Pale and vulnerable

I scream at the cars
Because they sound just like your words
Ridiculously loud
Rusty and metallic

I lick all the glass buildings
Because they taste just like your kiss
Chillingly artificial
Transparent and busy

I linger with the tradesman
Because they smell like your tension
Deathly anxious
Uptight and stuffy
I don't want to die
I just need something to make me feel alive.
what I think of with every attempting thought.
I'm alive (sadly)
It's been hard but I made it till February
Can we ever be friends?
Or our weird collection
Of unfinished business
Is far beyond repair?
Could a thing so broken somehow work?
got my heart wrapped around your lil' finger-
every sound that escapes your lips is a trigger.
just the sight of your face makes me shiver,
yet the nonchalance in your eyes is a splinter.

ruler of my heart-
I'm begging you,
love me like I love you.
I'm listening to ruler of my heart while writing this btw 😔
Today I looked at my belly, and said

I hate you.

Tomorrow, just a little less.
I'd rather live through the trauma
That i know,
Instead of starting a new one.
I was given the choice of living with my father and my mother (and her boyfriend). He's abusive but I'd rather suffer through the trauma I know than a new type of trauma where i wouldn't know how to deal with it.

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