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Squeezing out water droplets Just before bed I'm reminded of what I miss The definition of what I called "freind" Was changed eternally I ran out of work manic, Raced to the tatoo shop And got what I had wanted for so long A fish fossil right there on my forearm Coverings for angry cuts I went home and cleaned it, runned it down with lotion And I'm reminded of this familiar sting Flashbacks hit And I was 14 again Sitting on the porch with you nursing my wounds My arms were swollen and sore Sliced from top to bottom And you were the only soul I told You wrapped me up in bandages And showed me yours You said "see we're both ******* up!" 8 years later I lie on a mattress in a living room floor Punched in the gut by the thought of you And how you could take your own life ..you also took my best freind Emptiness has this warm subtle sting and I'd rather feel pain than nothing But it's not self destruction anymore, it's therapy And it makes me feel close to you.
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
Another tear for your bucket
Squeezing out water droplets Just before bed I'm reminded of what I miss The definition of what I called "freind" Was changed eternally I ran out of work manic, Raced to the tatoo shop And got what I had wanted for so long A fish fossil right there on my forearm Coverings for angry cuts I went home and cleaned it, runned it down with lotion And I'm reminded of this familiar sting Flashbacks hit And I was 14 again Sitting on the porch with you nursing my wounds My arms were swollen and sore Sliced from top to bottom And you were the only soul I told You wrapped me up in bandages And showed me yours You said "see we're both ******* up!" 8 years later I lie on a mattress in a living room floor Punched in the gut by the thought of you And how you could take your own life ..you also took my best freind Emptiness has this warm subtle sting and I'd rather feel pain than nothing But it's not self destruction anymore, it's therapy And it makes me feel close to you.
This one isn't necessarily my style but I'm trying this honesty thing where I feel something intensely then write it down no editing, no working hard on it just getting it out of my head and onto the page.
Twighead
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
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