pluck out my heart and leave it on the road
I forgot what it was to feel again.
I scribble directions to healing
only i cant read my own writing
tip me upsidedown and tear me inside out
Ive left it all on the pages for your insight.
**** me softly
**** me violently
Ive died a thousand deaths
none more painful
than the first verse
and the hole torn from the fabric of my universe
still I try to feel something
anything except numb.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
pluck out my heart and leave it on the road
I forgot what it was to feel again.
I scribble directions to healing
only i cant read my own writing
tip me upsidedown and tear me inside out
Ive left it all on the pages for your insight.
**** me softly
**** me violently
Ive died a thousand deaths
none more painful
than the first verse
and the hole torn from the fabric of my universe
still I try to feel something
anything except numb.
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