I lay down with a heavy heart
My skin stretching across my hip
My right hip, cut up and bloodied
Scratches and scars reminiscent of the pain I felt
My skin stretches across my hip as I lay down with a heavy heart
I sigh and realize this is the price to pay
The price I pay to still be alive
But barely living
You know, whatever that can be done to get through the day
Even if that means laying down with a heavy heart at the end of the day
With bright red cuts on my pale white skin.
Anything to get through the day
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 5:38 AM UTC
I lay down with a heavy heart
My skin stretching across my hip
My right hip, cut up and bloodied
Scratches and scars reminiscent of the pain I felt
My skin stretches across my hip as I lay down with a heavy heart
I sigh and realize this is the price to pay
The price I pay to still be alive
But barely living
You know, whatever that can be done to get through the day
Even if that means laying down with a heavy heart at the end of the day
With bright red cuts on my pale white skin.
Anything to get through the day
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