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I struggle to breathe feels like I’m suffocating, It hurts again and there is no placating, A bleeding heart and blurry eyes, I fall to my knees and call out to the skies, Take it away take it all I don’t care, Take me away and just strip me bare. I don’t want you to fuck me don’t even kiss me, All I want is for you to know, for you to see, I’m not as unbreakable as I pretend to be, I stumble and fumble and struggle to disagree, C'est la vie, la vie… I just can’t control the Surging feelings deep down, Just sitting alone in the darkness I drown. Just turn it off like flicking a switch, Not sure where to turn, which way is which. I’m so angry and hurt I don’t know what to do, I’m angry and hurt because I can’t be with you. It’s my own stupid fault my own foolish mistake, And now all that’s left of me is a dull pulsing ache. There’s not much more of me left now to break, The make-up runs, it peels and begins to flake. The curtain goes back up and I begin to shiver and quake, I’d prayed it was over for my own selfish sake. It’s like someone punched a hole in my chest, Like taking a bullet straight through the vest. As much as it hurts I don’t want to forget, Because as hard as it is on you I’d still bet. This hole in my chest is all that I’ve got, To be sure that your smile I never forgot. Written by: M.K. Dobison
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Written by
michael-kent-dobison
South African
Published
May 30, 2016
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Oh My gods it Hurts... Why will it not stop... I don't even know why it Hurts so much... Make It Stop!

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