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Your voice holds my name like a prayer and a curse at once
Which is funny
Since I've always seen you as the angel
That sent me to hell

Look at me
I don’t meet your eyes
Can’t
I can’t do anything but sit here
And force each breath in and out of my lungs, unwillingly
Prolonging my survival
Fatigue slips in past my curtain of hair
Urging my heart to cease
So I can finally rest

Talk to me
If only
A voice sighs into me
If only it was as simple as that
You want me to tell you what I’m thinking
I’m thinking that I don’t want to break you
To scar you up into my own mirror

Please*
Your voice is pained, and I know I’m already doing it
I’m poison
And I am killing you, so please stop
Your hands are on me
I am rag doll limp in your grasp
Unable to motivate my brain enough to motivate my limbs

So you take charge
Pulling my head up and my hair from my face
I can’t hide my half dead eyes
Still red with unshed tears
And I hate myself for the pain
That paints itself across your face

You plead again
But your voice is like those commercials for third world children
Pathetic, but ineffectual
As the viewers are only watching remotely

The distance between us is an eternity

You look like you’re about to cry

I wish I was never born