Silence
I sit and stare in silence
The ticking of the clock
Won't stop
As everything falls apart through the cracks in my hands
Violent,
I'm thinking thoughts so violent
I'll give myself the things I deserve,
The nerve
They have to let it come to this, they still don't understand
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC
Silence
I sit and stare in silence
The ticking of the clock
Won't stop
As everything falls apart through the cracks in my hands
Violent,
I'm thinking thoughts so violent
I'll give myself the things I deserve,
The nerve
They have to let it come to this, they still don't understand
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