Call me a tragedy,
for I am breaking at the seams.
slipping the blade, swallowing the pills,
hanging the noose and biting the bullet.
See now if I had the guts,
this would be done.
But no, I'm stuck in a timeframe where
nothing matters but the sound of his voice,
and it keeps me here.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Call me a tragedy,
for I am breaking at the seams.
slipping the blade, swallowing the pills,
hanging the noose and biting the bullet.
See now if I had the guts,
this would be done.
But no, I'm stuck in a timeframe where
nothing matters but the sound of his voice,
and it keeps me here.
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