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in transit i lay still the windows bend and ceilings mock the seas faces move and their lips seem to stall progress moves as egos laugh and i still live in this crevice of a home and of course the most terrifying things aren't real but alas my vision's blocked by projections of demons under my bed help me redirect my will shadows are not scared of pills i know now that words can **** rip the cords out of my throat i'm sick of sounding like a joke hope i'm silenced, hope i choke in transit i lay still— sharp skin and syringes pierce my eyes i never was one to put up a fight progress moves as voices amass and i could not care less for this piece of **** called home and of course they say that only time can heal but i, well i could have been dead by now last time i felt sharp was when it cut my wrists last time i lived was when i jumped ship thought i knew better than to let stones break my bones, but i guess i'm just dumb for leaving my limbs exposed if i stayed here, for a day or two, do you think maybe then these knives could get through? pray to whatever's in the sky for the courage to die dear god, why do i even try
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
i can't write books because i only write songs now
in transit i lay still the windows bend and ceilings mock the seas faces move and their lips seem to stall progress moves as egos laugh and i still live in this crevice of a home and of course the most terrifying things aren't real but alas my vision's blocked by projections of demons under my bed help me redirect my will shadows are not scared of pills i know now that words can **** rip the cords out of my throat i'm sick of sounding like a joke hope i'm silenced, hope i choke in transit i lay still— sharp skin and syringes pierce my eyes i never was one to put up a fight progress moves as voices amass and i could not care less for this piece of **** called home and of course they say that only time can heal but i, well i could have been dead by now last time i felt sharp was when it cut my wrists last time i lived was when i jumped ship thought i knew better than to let stones break my bones, but i guess i'm just dumb for leaving my limbs exposed if i stayed here, for a day or two, do you think maybe then these knives could get through? pray to whatever's in the sky for the courage to die dear god, why do i even try
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
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