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 Apr 2013 Maggie
David Walker
Someone ease my pain.
It is seeping through my eyes
onto my skin.

****** wrists
and broken fists
mean nothing anymore.

Tears of a lonely buffoon
fill up all the debris in the room.

I take this as a sign
or a reaction,
maybe a reflection
of the pain I have caused.

My eyes sting,
my knuckles swell
while I sing
this song in my personal hell.

Take this as it comes
as it shall pass.
Pass
Pass
Pass
Pass
Pass it away.
 Apr 2013 Maggie
David Walker
I pull you in with these tales of misfortune.
To make you feel better about the **** life you have.
No sympathy here.
Just a whole lot of misery.
Misery loves company.
Join me (us)
Join me (us)
Join us (me)
Join us (me)
 Apr 2013 Maggie
Morgan
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 Apr 2013 Maggie
Morgan
I drew anxiety on recycled paper
It leaked through the page
There's red ink running through my veins
And I feel like dying
 Apr 2013 Maggie
David Walker
So I know it could be worse
My throat will be bleeding by next verse
I could hurt for a thousand years
Drowning myself in a ocean of tears

Slowly falling into a pitch black void
I could have left with you being mildly annoyed
Instead it was like my love was *****
The words don't come out so motions I aped

The sword that pierced my heart
Was a sword of lust

The sword that pierced my heart
Was a sword of lust

I reach into my skin
Pull out nothing and proceed to sin
I am nothing but flesh destruction
Nothing leaves without detection

A petty truth I leave unto you
Think with your head and before you do
Disregard that puny ***** you call your heart
It will destroy you, love will tear you apart

The sword that pierced my heart
Was a sword of lust

The sword that pierced my heart
Was a sword of lust

LUST!
LUST!
LUST!
 Apr 2013 Maggie
Morgan
Can I even say I'm lost
if I've never felt at home?
Can I even say I'm scared
if I've never felt safe?
Can I even say I'm dying
if I've never felt alive?
 Apr 2013 Maggie
Morgan
Going home to empty my veins
out over the coffee table
When you called me crazy
you must've bit your tongue
I'm a walking panic attack
Clenched fists and red eyes
I'm a suicide note all torn to shreds
in the trash can at the top of the stairs
And I'm just aching to pretend
that I'm still trying to stay alive
With my fingers crossed behind my back
and dug six inches deep into my spine
I'm faking it just hard enough
to sleep uninterrupted
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