You sit all alone
In a place that may be familiar
watching the world around you, for you are far too
timid.
Pretty people with wicked souls
Blemished hearts rotting with slime
spew their words at you, but you don't stop them
shy.
Your heart tells you it hurts
And that maybe it will **** you one day
but you hush your organs in your chest
quiet.
Until one day, you explode from the inside
Thoughts bursting forth like steaming water from the pipes
they cringe and fight their through, but you are not
empty.
You've listened all of your life
Hoping and hoping for an outstreched hand
now, it is time to make your own destiny, full of glorious and wonderful
courage
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
You sit all alone
In a place that may be familiar
watching the world around you, for you are far too
timid.
Pretty people with wicked souls
Blemished hearts rotting with slime
spew their words at you, but you don't stop them
shy.
Your heart tells you it hurts
And that maybe it will **** you one day
but you hush your organs in your chest
quiet.
Until one day, you explode from the inside
Thoughts bursting forth like steaming water from the pipes
they cringe and fight their through, but you are not
empty.
You've listened all of your life
Hoping and hoping for an outstreched hand
now, it is time to make your own destiny, full of glorious and wonderful
courage
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