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K R W Jul 2015
Nothing haunts us
Like the words we didn't say.
                                                       (K R W)
K R W Jun 2015
13
If only I could smoke away the pain,
Like I do these cigarettes
                                                       (K R W)
K R W Jun 2015
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You know the end is near
When you become accustomed to the fear
                                                       (K R W)
  Jun 2015 K R W
Just Melz
All these knives in my back
         They don't even hurt anymore
   I mean, I'm sore
                 And it's intense
      But it doesn't make any sense
I must be at war
         With myself
      Tearing apart the insides of my brain
Have I gone insane?
           Why do I
Keep letting these things
              Happen to me?
       Is there a sign taped to my back
  Saying "Torture ME"?
            "Take Advantage Of ME"?
        "Love Me And Leave ME"?
    What's wrong with me?
            All this backstabbing
        Take this pen
And drag the ink into my spine
   Use the blood drops as a tattoo design
           The scars from all the knives
     Will just make it look more divine
Maybe some Angel wings
           With a sash torn apart
      and "Nobody Loves ME"
Written across the heart
            Might as well throw it all away
       Throw it all out the door
    I'm sore
          But all these knives in my back
     Don't even hurt anymore
K R W Jun 2015
Even though they're faded
(Along with the thoughts)
My left arm,
The one that has seen too much rusted silver,
Countless tears of crimson streams,
Always seems to be
Just that little bit heavier.

But whether that's the weight on my mind
Or the extra weight of torn skin;
Having to drag it around -
Like everything was once OK -
Is a 'simple task'
That's pulling me down.
                                                      ( K R W)
K R W Jun 2015
I spend a lot of time in bed,
But not enough time sleeping.

Most of the time I'm smiling,
But internally I'm weeping.

I find I'm constantly day dreaming,
But never actually believing.

I try to hold it together
But as you may see; I'm screaming.
                                                       (K R W)
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