Sometimes you make me quake within my chest
and my hands ball up into fists.
Sometimes you make me bite my lip so hard I bleed
and throw my fists too hard against the wall and bruise.
During those times my heart goes thumpthumthumpthumpthump
while I'm trying so ******* desperately not to scream.
My knuckles become white and my vision becomes blurred
my hands reach up to make them stop...
The dripdripdripping.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 6:28 AM UTC
Sometimes you make me quake within my chest
and my hands ball up into fists.
Sometimes you make me bite my lip so hard I bleed
and throw my fists too hard against the wall and bruise.
During those times my heart goes thumpthumthumpthumpthump
while I'm trying so ******* desperately not to scream.
My knuckles become white and my vision becomes blurred
my hands reach up to make them stop...
The dripdripdripping.
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