Me and her are from dark places
She's from sharp razors of anxiety
Cutting her vocal cords scared to speak of reality a broken voice that striped by her so called family
But to finally have some have someone listen to her raging thoughts and non parted lips seemed like an anomaly
So she told me what was on her mental
About the abuse from her dad
The fear of men who whistle at her
Men you harass like kids in a crowd yelling hey batter better to grab her a attention and tears fall from things she didn't want to mention I hug her and tell her what's wrong with me the loneliness of being in a room of people the depression creep and nightmare of creatures on top of me so from then we decided to speak with me taking care of her and her taking care of me
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Me and her are from dark places
She's from sharp razors of anxiety
Cutting her vocal cords scared to speak of reality a broken voice that striped by her so called family
But to finally have some have someone listen to her raging thoughts and non parted lips seemed like an anomaly
So she told me what was on her mental
About the abuse from her dad
The fear of men who whistle at her
Men you harass like kids in a crowd yelling hey batter better to grab her a attention and tears fall from things she didn't want to mention I hug her and tell her what's wrong with me the loneliness of being in a room of people the depression creep and nightmare of creatures on top of me so from then we decided to speak with me taking care of her and her taking care of me
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