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I am made of flaws And bad decisions Stitched together with recklessness In such a way That makes self destruction Inevitable I stitched my heart Onto your sleeve But you let my world crumbled Around your fingertips You whispered promises You couldn’t keep In my ear In my sleep But these dreams you sold to me Have turned into nightmares and defeat You left my life Crumbling ‘round my feet My anxiety rose I spiraled out of control I fell down this darkened hole And so self destruction began Have you ever choked on the smoke That numbs your chest And clouds your mind? The bottle went up And the fear went down I stumbled back and forth Between pain and numbness I think I saw you in a dream And I thought I heard the door open But the door was just closing And the dream was a drunken haze I close my eyes And I see yours Staring back at me I still remember the way Your fingertips traced my skin Your cool skin Pressed against mine I offered you my warmth And you took it all away I look at myself And I understand Why you left **** I’m such a mess But you made me like this I’m not sad anymore And the numbness has gone away My emotion has turned a page Now all I feel is rage I won’t waste my unscarred knuckles I have hands So I can break things I yell Until my lungs seem empty But the room is filled I’m angry But I don’t know at who You Or me I’ve slipped back into numbness I think I like this best The nagging pain Is easily taken away With a stoge and a shot I think I like this best Did you know That the sun still rises Even though you’re not here? The stars still shine The moon waxes and wanes Did you know? Because I didn’t I woke up And your pillow didn’t smell like you anymore All the pictures of us Were broken All the traces of you Were gone In biology We learned that cells get replaced Every 6.5 years That means one day I will have a body That you have never touched I put away the whiskey I stopped buying stoges And I picked up the pieces Most of them, at least
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
I don't know where this came from
I am made of flaws And bad decisions Stitched together with recklessness In such a way That makes self destruction Inevitable I stitched my heart Onto your sleeve But you let my world crumbled Around your fingertips You whispered promises You couldn’t keep In my ear In my sleep But these dreams you sold to me Have turned into nightmares and defeat You left my life Crumbling ‘round my feet My anxiety rose I spiraled out of control I fell down this darkened hole And so self destruction began Have you ever choked on the smoke That numbs your chest And clouds your mind? The bottle went up And the fear went down I stumbled back and forth Between pain and numbness I think I saw you in a dream And I thought I heard the door open But the door was just closing And the dream was a drunken haze I close my eyes And I see yours Staring back at me I still remember the way Your fingertips traced my skin Your cool skin Pressed against mine I offered you my warmth And you took it all away I look at myself And I understand Why you left **** I’m such a mess But you made me like this I’m not sad anymore And the numbness has gone away My emotion has turned a page Now all I feel is rage I won’t waste my unscarred knuckles I have hands So I can break things I yell Until my lungs seem empty But the room is filled I’m angry But I don’t know at who You Or me I’ve slipped back into numbness I think I like this best The nagging pain Is easily taken away With a stoge and a shot I think I like this best Did you know That the sun still rises Even though you’re not here? The stars still shine The moon waxes and wanes Did you know? Because I didn’t I woke up And your pillow didn’t smell like you anymore All the pictures of us Were broken All the traces of you Were gone In biology We learned that cells get replaced Every 6.5 years That means one day I will have a body That you have never touched I put away the whiskey I stopped buying stoges And I picked up the pieces Most of them, at least
I have no idea why I felt the need to write this...
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
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