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Chris Calkins Jul 2020
i'm stuck in this bomb of a body;
heels pressed into the knowledge
that things will always go wrong.
finger cocked on the hair-trigger that is my mind;
whether the blast will go inwards or out no one knows.
either way, the result will hurt everyone close
to this disaster that is me and myself;
the only thing  i can be trusted to do
is sabotage my health -
i fail on purpose at everything else,
Note: This was written 8 months ago. I was in an abusive situation, and I'm out now. Things still aren't great, but it does get a little better from here on out.
Kassandra Hiller Jan 2017
Empty hearts with heavy souls
losing grip of all control
we've lost our minds, love, can't you see?
Or are you blinded now, along with me?

The music plays, but we can't hear it
we just sing along to silence
I wonder what you're thinking
When you're staring through the glass
As the rain falls, and you reassure me that this flood, it won't last.

We numb ourselves, when we want to feel
but you've been burned before
My scars, they match yours
And we're too terrified to let the flame grow dim

Now you're a forest fire
I'm unable to put out
So we dance around the ashes
As the rain turns to drought

— The End —