Tears that often fall
Because my walls are not yet tall
Enough to block the pain
So instead I cry
And think of how much I want to die
There is no joy left to give
Only suffering and silent rage
That is always building and often
Let out as these wooden walls
Get hit with fire
And I desire
To make something bleed
But yet the only thing in the room is me
There is only one thing to do then
It's to tear myself apart
So I don't hurt you
And after all is said and done
I ask myself
Why can't I just be happy?
Why'd I get stuck coming back to You?
Yet the sky and the moon
Never answer
Without even a hint of saying goodbye
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
Tears that often fall
Because my walls are not yet tall
Enough to block the pain
So instead I cry
And think of how much I want to die
There is no joy left to give
Only suffering and silent rage
That is always building and often
Let out as these wooden walls
Get hit with fire
And I desire
To make something bleed
But yet the only thing in the room is me
There is only one thing to do then
It's to tear myself apart
So I don't hurt you
And after all is said and done
I ask myself
Why can't I just be happy?
Why'd I get stuck coming back to You?
Yet the sky and the moon
Never answer
Without even a hint of saying goodbye
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