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 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
DustBall
I didn't know I would need someone else's heart
So that mine didn't feel so alone
With my heart beat matching another's
A beautiful resonance  
I didn't know I would need the heat
That someone else produced
I used to have so much of my own
Now I just feel cold
And alone
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
DustBall
Sad
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
DustBall
Sad
Everything gets blurry
Through teary eyes
Emotions spilling over
Wet and black smearing
On a sweater sleeve
Red eyes shinning in the low light
Looking in them is a mistake
They lead you to sad places
Hospital rooms and X-ray machines
Foolish children in hallways
Rumors in every corner
Bickering parents behind
Closed doors
Muffled screams into pillows
Ever haunting gymnasium in
Every dream
These places that follow her
That shatter her heart
And break her soul
That mold her into who she is now
Everything it changed when you met her
Yea, you went and gave her our whole world (our whole world, our whole world)

I thought we would always be the same
Then you went and gave her our last name (and that ring, that awful thing, stupid bling)

Now I'm left here layin' all alone
Thinking about me thinkin' about you thinkin' about her

There are things that I shouldn't really say
But I'm gonna say 'em anyway (like I hope she ***** in bed and gains a lot of weight)

Everything it changed when you met her
(Funny teasing thing I wrote and sang for a friend who dumped me for a lady)
I've met so many with switches
I love them with all I have
I light them on fire, I cater to their
Every want, their every need, I
Polish them until they shine, I
Rewire them and untangle their crosses and label them so
Meticulously
And things get a little overloaded
A breaker trips and they read the
Labels and find my name
stare at me, analyze me, and then
Flip their switch
Shut it all down
And walk on
Did it ever occur to you,
That energy is never destroyed, only conserved,
Transferred and passed down,
Turning into heat,
So that after you're gone,
And the bed is empty,
I can still feel the pressure of it
All of it is still here, clinging to my aching bones
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
Hayley
Your daughter's suicidal
and you knew that she's not fine
after she confessed about her cuts.

You did nothing to help her.
You never tried to talk her through,
You never tried to get her off it.
You never tried to make her feel like she exists.

Countless night she spent
wondering if her mother cares about her.
Countless night she spent
crying till her eyes bruised,
searching for a reason to exist.
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