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The cut of a blade A little more guilt, a little more pain – let go Red meets skin The things I shouldn't have said, Things I didn't say, The things you kept saying, The things I'll never say, Not to bring a smile to your tears or mine Can't be this weak person anymore The look in your eyes Always there in the back of my mind Urging me forward, keeping my legs, my mind, running The fear in your voice Repeating in my ear A song on loop The way your voice cracked when you whispered my name Makes me run faster My legs hitting the ground as hard as I know I hit you The music bursting from the speakers in my room My head on my pillow Staring at the flowers I put on my ceiling – something pretty The voices still there Yours, mixing with the ones in my head; the one on my shoulder I try to hear the lyrics Words that I know by heart, but aren't mine Putting words to emotions I won't admit to The music gets louder The voices stay The ways I think to cope Make you feel better Can't take your sad eyes Took your hand Pulled you close Sorry I fell asleep Can’t escape the night Put you in the middle Thought that maybe I could sleep through one night Not a chance Pretend I understand Life is fragile Life is hard Contradicting itself I had so much to lose Let it go All things change It just works this way Writing never matters Getting the thoughts out of my head And on a piece of paper, a napkin, anything The words written and glaring at back at me Everything I never want to be voiced or seen The match meets paper I watch the words burn, Burned in my mind, on loop in my ear The paper turns to ashes, but the words will always be there
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Coping Mechanism with a Twist
The cut of a blade A little more guilt, a little more pain – let go Red meets skin The things I shouldn't have said, Things I didn't say, The things you kept saying, The things I'll never say, Not to bring a smile to your tears or mine Can't be this weak person anymore The look in your eyes Always there in the back of my mind Urging me forward, keeping my legs, my mind, running The fear in your voice Repeating in my ear A song on loop The way your voice cracked when you whispered my name Makes me run faster My legs hitting the ground as hard as I know I hit you The music bursting from the speakers in my room My head on my pillow Staring at the flowers I put on my ceiling – something pretty The voices still there Yours, mixing with the ones in my head; the one on my shoulder I try to hear the lyrics Words that I know by heart, but aren't mine Putting words to emotions I won't admit to The music gets louder The voices stay The ways I think to cope Make you feel better Can't take your sad eyes Took your hand Pulled you close Sorry I fell asleep Can’t escape the night Put you in the middle Thought that maybe I could sleep through one night Not a chance Pretend I understand Life is fragile Life is hard Contradicting itself I had so much to lose Let it go All things change It just works this way Writing never matters Getting the thoughts out of my head And on a piece of paper, a napkin, anything The words written and glaring at back at me Everything I never want to be voiced or seen The match meets paper I watch the words burn, Burned in my mind, on loop in my ear The paper turns to ashes, but the words will always be there
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
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