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Who am I Who am I to think that it all will be ok. When my heart is shattered for the first time A million pieces on the floor While I stand up confident and smiling I'm shuttering and in excruciating pain inside Who am I To seem put together To put on that plastic smile That makes money and wins hearts The smile that wins; the smile that takes Who am I To crush hearts But when I myself am crushed Be surprised at the anguish Who am I To just want to touch you To just want to hold you and feel your warmth To feel you there in my sleep To once in my life not feel alone You can run, you can go Just a moment more with you would be worth a million heartaches and a million bruises I'm broken inside, but I'd do it again just to kiss that beautiful face and feel ok for a moment more. And so I drown into myself. My hard controlling self. But I have to breathe eventually. And I come up--gasping for air-- and pooling my tears around me; I remember how it feels to be broken. Then I pull myself down to drown once more. Covered in my plastic suffocation. I am safe. I will be safe. Blissful suffocation
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC
Shattered Glass Closet
Who am I Who am I to think that it all will be ok. When my heart is shattered for the first time A million pieces on the floor While I stand up confident and smiling I'm shuttering and in excruciating pain inside Who am I To seem put together To put on that plastic smile That makes money and wins hearts The smile that wins; the smile that takes Who am I To crush hearts But when I myself am crushed Be surprised at the anguish Who am I To just want to touch you To just want to hold you and feel your warmth To feel you there in my sleep To once in my life not feel alone You can run, you can go Just a moment more with you would be worth a million heartaches and a million bruises I'm broken inside, but I'd do it again just to kiss that beautiful face and feel ok for a moment more. And so I drown into myself. My hard controlling self. But I have to breathe eventually. And I come up--gasping for air-- and pooling my tears around me; I remember how it feels to be broken. Then I pull myself down to drown once more. Covered in my plastic suffocation. I am safe. I will be safe. Blissful suffocation
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC
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