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A-- Your voice holds my name like a prayer and a curse at once Which is funny Since I've always seen you as the angel That sent me to hell Look at me I don’t meet your eyes Can’t I can’t do anything but sit here And force each breath in and out of my lungs, unwillingly Prolonging my survival Fatigue slips in past my curtain of hair Urging my heart to cease So I can finally rest Talk to me If only A voice sighs into me If only it was as simple as that You want me to tell you what I’m thinking I’m thinking that I don’t want to break you To scar you up into my own mirror Please Your voice is pained, and I know I’m already doing it I’m poison And I am killing you, so please stop Your hands are on me I am rag doll limp in your grasp Unable to motivate my brain enough to motivate my limbs So you take charge Pulling my head up and my hair from my face I can’t hide my half dead eyes Still red with unshed tears And I hate myself for the pain That paints itself across your face You plead again But your voice is like those commercials for third world children Pathetic, but ineffectual As the viewers are only watching remotely The distance between us is an eternity You look like you’re about to cry I wish I was never born
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
"it does tend to haunt you. Living, after so much of...the other thing"
A-- Your voice holds my name like a prayer and a curse at once Which is funny Since I've always seen you as the angel That sent me to hell Look at me I don’t meet your eyes Can’t I can’t do anything but sit here And force each breath in and out of my lungs, unwillingly Prolonging my survival Fatigue slips in past my curtain of hair Urging my heart to cease So I can finally rest Talk to me If only A voice sighs into me If only it was as simple as that You want me to tell you what I’m thinking I’m thinking that I don’t want to break you To scar you up into my own mirror Please Your voice is pained, and I know I’m already doing it I’m poison And I am killing you, so please stop Your hands are on me I am rag doll limp in your grasp Unable to motivate my brain enough to motivate my limbs So you take charge Pulling my head up and my hair from my face I can’t hide my half dead eyes Still red with unshed tears And I hate myself for the pain That paints itself across your face You plead again But your voice is like those commercials for third world children Pathetic, but ineffectual As the viewers are only watching remotely The distance between us is an eternity You look like you’re about to cry I wish I was never born
annabel-lee
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
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