Well stab me enough times and the skin doesn't grow back,
Use all different kinds of knives!
Rub salt in the slits,
A body scratched like an old disk.
Still, It's different when the blood dripping from your wrist to your thumb is warm...

///You wouldn't look at me if you didn't have to,
You wouldn't speak if I didn't make you.
How do you say I'm ******* sorry in sign language? Since you're not gonna listen,
You put your hands over your ears every time I walk by.

How many people have to die,
for you to understand.
That you don't hold someone's life,
in the palm of your hand.

I keep trying to bring myself back
From wherever my mind is
And put myself back in my body,
Back in this world.
But it doesn't seem to be working.

I wander outside
And name everything
I can see or hear.
In an attempt to make some connection
To the physical world around me.
But I can't.

I run my fingers through grass,
Study leaves closely,
Stick my hands in frigid water,
But still nothing is able
To bring my mind out of the hole
It's fallen into.

Talking to someone,
Being around people,
Maybe that would force me out
Of my mind and into real life.
It's a shame I'm so alone though.

The only other thing
I can think of
That could maybe help me
Reconnect with reality
Would bring more disturbance
To my already distressed state.

But it's so tempting

There is no point,
   there is no end,
Once begins,
   continues again,

There is no cure,
   no easy fix,
No easy way,
   to get rid,

Once it starts,
   never ends,
Not just once,
   but never again,

There is no way,
   to run from it,
No way to hide,
   no way to rid,

Nothing to do,
   no way to escape,
Once it comes,
   this doom-your fate.

Don't be discourage by the good man trying to take his place,
There not all the same,
He isn't here to play.
Trust him, hear me will you, if you can.
He said let me have a chance,
As he kissed you on the forehead,
Before you laid side by side in his brand new bed.

Tell me why the **** should I give a **** about the man who broke my heart?

As if I shouldn't be broken, and falling apart!

She's a spitting image of him,
She hates it.
Going to the bottle,
As if it's the last resort.
She tends to get tense,
Over little things,
It doesn't make sense,
All she knows,
Is that she is a spitting image of him,
And she hates it.
But you created her,
And for that,
She is thankful.
But she is becoming so numb,
She is been broken.
She can't talk,
She's frozen.

I hope this isn't..
she's sorry.

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