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They pour out and foam up at the bottom The way waterfalls do As they leave my lips The sounds they make as they crash Into the waters below Are like the bloodcurdling screams of little girls When the fires in their homes blacken the air With smoke unlike the gray cigarette smoke That they are familiar with The smell of "home" in some way The smell of hugs And kisses And love Fear is all there is when they come out to play They tug at ears and pierce them unsavorily Leaving holes in places you never wanted Cry all you want, but the scars they leave are scars Like on your wrists and on mine Except they don't fade And they never will But one day they will open up again And bleed like they're brand new They tell me they'll make it all be alright again And they phase through blades like ghosts Smoothly and gracefully at the price of my sanity I don't want to do this anymore I don't want to keep doing this I'm tired of lying I'm tired of lies Maybe I'll find the strength To give the truth a shot One of these days
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
Wide awake in bed at 4 AM
They pour out and foam up at the bottom The way waterfalls do As they leave my lips The sounds they make as they crash Into the waters below Are like the bloodcurdling screams of little girls When the fires in their homes blacken the air With smoke unlike the gray cigarette smoke That they are familiar with The smell of "home" in some way The smell of hugs And kisses And love Fear is all there is when they come out to play They tug at ears and pierce them unsavorily Leaving holes in places you never wanted Cry all you want, but the scars they leave are scars Like on your wrists and on mine Except they don't fade And they never will But one day they will open up again And bleed like they're brand new They tell me they'll make it all be alright again And they phase through blades like ghosts Smoothly and gracefully at the price of my sanity I don't want to do this anymore I don't want to keep doing this I'm tired of lying I'm tired of lies Maybe I'll find the strength To give the truth a shot One of these days
#lies#pain#truth#sad#sleep
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
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