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I'm not enough butter Spread across too much bread Pinned like butterfly wings Trapped in a frame I'm looking out from underneath And I've got water in my lungs Screaming but no one hears Over laughter and clinking glasses Alone and surrounded by everyone Suffocating and frozen I'm on the outside And every word is a dagger Stabbing my insides I'm bleeding out So what about me? Exhausted and empty inside Missing the rush of blood Like it was only yesterday Cracking like an egg to watch The yolk stain my sweater sleeve But I won't go back there Tired of pulling apart my seams like The creases from an envelope Unfolded and exposed So the world can see That there’s nothing left inside         Unshackle your heart from my memories I know now that I'll never get inside of you Restless but exhausted But the sleep will never come And when it does its riddled With nightmares and monsters Cold sweat and tears running down The sides of my face but I can't wake up And when I do I'm still crying Because I am the option The second choice, the forgotten I am a mirage, I am invisible So what about me? I am not enough butter Spread across too much bread I am not enough
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
Not Enough
I'm not enough butter Spread across too much bread Pinned like butterfly wings Trapped in a frame I'm looking out from underneath And I've got water in my lungs Screaming but no one hears Over laughter and clinking glasses Alone and surrounded by everyone Suffocating and frozen I'm on the outside And every word is a dagger Stabbing my insides I'm bleeding out So what about me? Exhausted and empty inside Missing the rush of blood Like it was only yesterday Cracking like an egg to watch The yolk stain my sweater sleeve But I won't go back there Tired of pulling apart my seams like The creases from an envelope Unfolded and exposed So the world can see That there’s nothing left inside         Unshackle your heart from my memories I know now that I'll never get inside of you Restless but exhausted But the sleep will never come And when it does its riddled With nightmares and monsters Cold sweat and tears running down The sides of my face but I can't wake up And when I do I'm still crying Because I am the option The second choice, the forgotten I am a mirage, I am invisible So what about me? I am not enough butter Spread across too much bread I am not enough
TheBlackBird
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TheBlackBird
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
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