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I am cold and broken Lying naked on the floor Shattered and feeble Worse off than before Before you appeared Like a burst of golden light Before I knew How to sleep peacefully through the night I was content, complacent Prior to your coming to me Filling me with hope and wonder Now I just feel empty A new scar emerges On a tattered heart A pleasant reminder To stay alone in the dark To not let yourself feel Not allow yourself to get hurt Relationships and emotions-- Nothing will ever work Fight to the death To keep up your walls No matter who tries No matter who calls Stay inside yourself Where you're safe and warm Where you know how to be And protect yourself from harm Never again Do you want to feel like this Cold and shattered A sick, rapturous bliss You're a ********* An odd desire for pain You do this to yourself Over and over again You tell yourself convincingly "It will be different than before" That nasty little lie That brings you to the floor To be left quivering and broken Completely alone Until you open your eyes And welcome yourself home.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
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I am cold and broken Lying naked on the floor Shattered and feeble Worse off than before Before you appeared Like a burst of golden light Before I knew How to sleep peacefully through the night I was content, complacent Prior to your coming to me Filling me with hope and wonder Now I just feel empty A new scar emerges On a tattered heart A pleasant reminder To stay alone in the dark To not let yourself feel Not allow yourself to get hurt Relationships and emotions-- Nothing will ever work Fight to the death To keep up your walls No matter who tries No matter who calls Stay inside yourself Where you're safe and warm Where you know how to be And protect yourself from harm Never again Do you want to feel like this Cold and shattered A sick, rapturous bliss You're a ********* An odd desire for pain You do this to yourself Over and over again You tell yourself convincingly "It will be different than before" That nasty little lie That brings you to the floor To be left quivering and broken Completely alone Until you open your eyes And welcome yourself home.
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chelsea-molin
28/F/American
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
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