I was told to wait,
So that is what I did,
For someone to get home,
To know I'm not alone,
Stuck in this silent destructive zone,
I do not have a throne,
On which I sit with joy,
Emotions are something people like to toy,
That is not what I do,
I like to know what is true,
To be safe with myself,
And not disappear by putting everything on a shelf,
Shoving item after item,
Until I can't feel anything,
Making sure my fingers will sting,
After I've finished putting my things on the shelf,
A whole new cycle,
Of useless thoughts,
Getting lost in a head,
Half wanting my dead,
I don't know what I could have said,
Being a burden is the last thing I want to do,
That is one of the few things I say that has to be true,
Otherwise I have no value,
To whatever I say,
Or the side of me that I constantly display.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
I was told to wait,
So that is what I did,
For someone to get home,
To know I'm not alone,
Stuck in this silent destructive zone,
I do not have a throne,
On which I sit with joy,
Emotions are something people like to toy,
That is not what I do,
I like to know what is true,
To be safe with myself,
And not disappear by putting everything on a shelf,
Shoving item after item,
Until I can't feel anything,
Making sure my fingers will sting,
After I've finished putting my things on the shelf,
A whole new cycle,
Of useless thoughts,
Getting lost in a head,
Half wanting my dead,
I don't know what I could have said,
Being a burden is the last thing I want to do,
That is one of the few things I say that has to be true,
Otherwise I have no value,
To whatever I say,
Or the side of me that I constantly display.
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