Hate feeling..
skin peeling..
world of hurt..
pain so pure..
Scratching nails..
down the walls..
Disrespectful..
unresolved..
feeling scared & suspecting..
drowning ties..
imperfective..
lying vows..
stupid pictures..
pushing me..
a wayward drifter..
let me leave this fake abode..
broken pieces..
left alone
run away..
my deepest yearning..
downward spiral..
slowly burning..
greater trials..
approaching me..
phony manic..
eloping me..
a broken bone..
an ugly scar..
hurting when it rains..
like a former fracture..
the limb will never be the same..
falling off a tree..
I'll run the hurt away..
although encaged in this dilemma..
I know I have to stay..
I recognize the ledge,
but I'll always hold the rope..
For when your balance falters..
I'll be your only hope..
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 7:06 AM UTC
Hate feeling..
skin peeling..
world of hurt..
pain so pure..
Scratching nails..
down the walls..
Disrespectful..
unresolved..
feeling scared & suspecting..
drowning ties..
imperfective..
lying vows..
stupid pictures..
pushing me..
a wayward drifter..
let me leave this fake abode..
broken pieces..
left alone
run away..
my deepest yearning..
downward spiral..
slowly burning..
greater trials..
approaching me..
phony manic..
eloping me..
a broken bone..
an ugly scar..
hurting when it rains..
like a former fracture..
the limb will never be the same..
falling off a tree..
I'll run the hurt away..
although encaged in this dilemma..
I know I have to stay..
I recognize the ledge,
but I'll always hold the rope..
For when your balance falters..
I'll be your only hope..
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