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Silence.
The darkness screams
as the moonlight trembles.
Unseen shadows hide the truth.
For what's lingering the night,
be all that unspoken.
Then I came to the realization
That I wasn’t really alive
Because I haven't felt how is it
To be *dead
Sitting in the floor
Pulling my hair
Surrounded by thousands of people
That are not really there.

I feel the bugs on my skin
The thoughts tell me to hang myself
I ask "When"?

Loud noises from the hollow
All in my head
Throwing up the pills I did not swallow.

Oh God, where are you now
I'm going crazy
I'm going to **** myself... Somehow

Wrote a note to my mom
I'm so sorry I said
Eight years ago
I'm still not dead.

* YOU CAN OVERCOME THIS
the thing is
i loved you
more
than i should've
I found pieces of myself within you and I think that's why I was so fond of you.
Float above the madness
Where fate has no relevance
Dance within an array of rainbows
Faith lies in love alone
Inhale, exhale
Your heart keeps beating
Exist in moments of happiness
Caught in time that never fades
Crazy moments freely existing
Never trapped, constantly changing
Still dreaming
How do you start trusting again?
After being beat up
Knocked down
Heart ripped out and cut into tiny pieces
How do you forgive?
How do you go on?
How do you fall in love again?
Are any of these things possible?
Or, do we accept our fate
Alone
Unloved
The walking dead
No one can touch me
I’m breathing
But I’m not alive
My heart and soul have died
The metal in this brass knuckle heart
punches my chest from the inside out

The valves, a semiconductor for the static
electricity of your touch

Who ever thought a defibrillator could be so soft?

And in the challenge of this love
I wonder what kind of mettle you're thinking
of now

And I think patience is found
on a molecular level inside the iron
in your blood

And love then, a stone ground down
from your ashes

I mean, pressure and heat are
what diamonds are made from

Tell me again of the struggles you shone through

And through that logic, we are precious stones
but so much softer than that

I want to hold you like the focused light
from a jeweler trying to make a sale
but so much more earnest than that

And what of the contradiction
between hardness
and softness

Because there is you

How can you be so hard
and so full of life?

How can you be so beautiful?
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