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234 · Apr 2017
in the story
wren cole Apr 2017
another recovery story
another story about the kid who killed himself
that isn't really about the kid who killed himself
but the things he left in his wake
i hate stories like these
stories about suicide
never quite sit right in my stomach
i think i just want the story
where the kid gets better
where the kid stops hurting
but doesn't just, stop
and it's not some other kid that saves him
some angel who finds it in their golden heart to love the broken boy
but so much love
an all enclosing embrace from the universe around him
from the people he needs and has been reaching for
his friends stop laughing at those jokes and his mother starts to understand that screaming can be so, so quiet
and when he says he doesn't want to be alone
he isn't
and when he says he needs someone to hold him down so he doesn't float away
the world cradles him gently
and when he needs to cry
he can
and it doesn't feel like knives and empty and drowning
and the kid gets better, slowly,
the kid gets better
the kid can get better, right?
if all he wants is for the hurting to stop
can the kid get better?
give me a different ending i want a different ending i just want the kid to get better but the kids in the stories always die before the story begins can't the kid just get better is it possible for the suicidal kid to get better
234 · Sep 2016
last letter to you
wren cole Sep 2016
I love you
But I guess it doesn't count
234 · Apr 2018
Untitled
wren cole Apr 2018
i am frustrated out of my skin
there's an itch in my arms, near the joint of my elbows, an energy says to tear, to break, to destroy anything solid and present, burn anything in this moment because where i am in space and time is stagnant, unending with no beginning, a constant state of stillness that has existed as long as i
my hands and thoughts are at riot, i am screaming and clutching to keep occupied, i am living in this nowhere, where i have always been
so unstable yet so still at the same time
the ground has been shaking under my feet for so long that i no longer feel it, there is no thrill and no danger, only the thought of jumping off the edge of this land to feel the fall, the fall, something, to feel anything, the wind in my hair, the pit in my stomach, the ringing in my feet at the fear of heights
all i feel
the tension in my neck, the emptiness in my chest, the static that floods my body in moments like these, like this one right now, unremarkable as every other, as everything in my life has always been
not to say it has been normal, rather a constant chaos,
if you spend your whole life with screaming in your ears you, too, will eventually go deaf
staring wide-eyed into the sun to blind yourself
nothing ever matters and nothing ever works
i will continue to tear at my skin every spring, every time that static fizzles back up, every time my feet itch to run somewhere
the whole way is uphill and the only thing chasing me is time,
which i always turn and stare in the face,
say i dare you, i dare you
catch right up to me and swallow me whole, end it, i dare you
233 · Apr 2018
peaches and cream
wren cole Apr 2018
It's you and me in a future
With that apartment all our own
Too many blankets and fairy lights
Your makeup and my sketchbooks
Everything we could ever want
You and me in a future
Where we managed to figure it out
You by my side in a future where I'm enough, I'm enough, I'm enough
It's all peaches and cream
No struggle that we can't beat
It won't be perfect, but it's perfect to me
A future with you is all that I need
my anxiety is biting at my heels and I'm trying to fight it off
233 · Nov 2018
falling home
wren cole Nov 2018
I didn't just fall in love, I fell home
Which isn't a phrase, but is certainly a feeling
I fell for you and into the comfort of your arms
You caught me just like you'd been waiting all this time
We slip easily into our empty spaces
I melt into you like the shared bath water
I said I didn't know I needed until now
When I found you, I didn't even know I was searching
But there you were
And so we sit, caressing our skin, and I am daydreaming of staying here with you forever
In the warmth, the quiet of the night
In the softness, the gift of your touch
233 · Sep 2017
long distance insecurities
wren cole Sep 2017
when we are finally close enough for you to see them
there will be many things about me that you will inevitably hate:
the way my leg shakes when we are trying to sleep, or trying to cuddle, or trying to watch a movie;
the way i am always moving, always tapping my foot or touching my hair, like a moment of silence and stillness is impossible, like the anxiety that inhabits my brain has branched out to possess my entire body.

you will either love or hate the way emotions come over me like a crashing wave,
rocking back and forth when i am uncomfortable or side to side when i am happy,
waving my arms with excitement, repeating and repeating and repeating myself, or the doorbell, or the passing car, or you.
i am a nonstop wind, a room with multicolored lights blinking to varying unheard rhythms, music in my head that only i can hear, rising and flying and falling and crashing.
you say i could have anyone and i wonder if you have ever spoken to me before,
really spoken to me,
noticed the way i grin when i am sad and laugh when i am angry and cry when i am happy.
you say i could have anyone like you haven't seen me living outside of my body, thoughts somewhere in the stratosphere,
like you haven't seen me thrashing and wailing and bruising my skin.
anticipation to meet you aches my bones but i am so afriad
you will meet me like you've never met me,
blinding sun and pitch black and blaring laughter,
all fidgets and fire alarms;
i am so afraid
you will see me, living caution sign, and run.
wren cole Jul 2018
tell me you love me, don't ever stop
hold me close and don't ever let go, don't
please don't leave me alone, i
can't be alone, i've
been in such a hole
but everything is okay when we're okay
but we haven't been okay
just tell me we're okay
you say we can talk more tomorrow
but i need you today
231 · Jul 2017
Wide Awake
wren cole Jul 2017
On the days that I don't have to wake up at 3:30
I can be found cross-legged in the low light
I do not want the extra sleep
I do not want to waste another second with my eyes closed
I am not so secretly afraid of wasting my life
I can't stand to work this job I hate,
Throwing away 8 hours every day
To survive is not living
And I want to be alive, not just breathing
I want to stop drowning, start swimming
I want to live my life with my eyes open
If I spent the time that I spend at work with my family maybe they wouldn't feel like strangers
I am so disconnected from the world that my loved ones are foreign to me
It's hard to say hello with the exhaustion crushing me, I can't open my mouth to speak, it takes too much energy
But the days I do have free I hold close to me
And the times when I do see my friends I hold close those memories
Tonight I will feel every unstrained breath that passes through my body
Tonight will trickle effortlessly into tomorrow and I will hold its hand as we cross
Awake to see what the sun will bring
231 · Jul 2017
Untitled
wren cole Jul 2017
I experience the world in neon
I stare at the bright, bold colors, mouth open in awe every time I see them as if it's the first
I will fall in love with something new shamelessly every day until the day I die
Play a sweet song and I am ecstatic, I am dancing, I am emanating light and life and joy from my fingertips
Tell me a story with heart and I will hang onto every intricacy, hold close every character
Tomorrow I will be chasing a different star in a different direction
So I may not ever get anywhere, but that's not really the point
I will never run out of things to chase
You may tell me this wonder is immaturity
But one day you will have the light clasped between your palms, escaping through your fingers and you will not feel the warmth and you will not know the beauty
and what then?
not sure if i got across what i wanted here but i sure as hell tried
231 · Oct 2017
Epilogue
wren cole Oct 2017
I think I really forgave you this time
But you still find your way into my mind
Linger somewhere deep in my thoughts
And I wonder if you'd be happy with who I am today
And I wonder if you'd be proud of the change I'm trying to make
And I think about those nights we spent talking through the dark
And I wonder if you ever think of me where you are
I am a better person, now, I stand a little taller
I wonder if you'd like me now that I'm a little stronger
It's sad to lose a friend.
230 · Apr 2018
Untitled
wren cole Apr 2018
my heart is trying to escape again
clawing at the cage it's in
a burning coal that seers my chest

i am sitting still but my soul is restless
my youth at war with my state of being
the midwest is no place for dreamers
and if i am not living i might as well be dead
wren cole Dec 2016
if you find me somewhere along your way, let me know
i think i left me behind somewhere
back on that path, in that past
somewhere between the shopping carts and the street lamp and the long, long drive that lead me here
i'd look to find me, too
but i don't think i've ever seen me before
so i ask you
if you find me somewhere along your way,
let me know
229 · Feb 2018
Untitled
wren cole Feb 2018
how do i cool a burning love
not to say, fall out, but temper,
step back
you know i throw myself in every time
and i'm always so surprised when i hit the bottom
what goes up must come down and i'm higher than hell on you right now
and i've been here before, and it came down crashing
and the ceiling fell on my already broken body
but here we are and i've jumped once more into you
free falling, hoping you'll catch me
228 · Oct 2017
boy
wren cole Oct 2017
boy
We are large chests on large bodies
Bodies like valleys
Bulging hips and shoulders too wide
We still make ourselves small, try to hide
Because we are not the pretty boy flower princes you say we should be
Nor the perfect picture of masculinity
I wore a sparkling Cinderella blue skirt to my senior prom,
Paired with a button down and a bowtie because *******, I'm gonna be me
Even if I cannot shatter in your hands
And there are days when I stare at the mirror for hours wondering why I look so wrong
Why I wasn't born the way I was supposed to be
But **** that, this is my body
I am my definition of man regardless of yours
I am not your Token Trans stereotype
And I do not have to "pass" at anything, my identity is not a test
I do not have to press the air from my lungs every day to be valid to you
*I know who I am
I didn't ask for your point of view
228 · Jul 2016
Everything: a confession
wren cole Jul 2016
Tell me if it's wrong
Loving you
After everything, after all this time
'Cause I can't help missing the days when you were mine
And talking to you now aches a little bit
Mixed up, uneven nostalgia
I don't understand how my heart swells when I talk to you
After everything, after all this time
Why do I still want you to be
My everything, after all this time?
I hope this isn't too much
227 · Jul 2016
bottles
wren cole Jul 2016
I whisper "I wish I were beautiful" into a thin-necked bottle and quickly stop it up with a cork.
Carefully, I place this bottle on my bookshelf.
It is one of many.
I collect wishes but they loom instead of glitter;
The whispers,
They sound like the disorder that ate away at me when I was younger and this all feels so similar.
I bottle up these secret wishes and together the whispers collect into the screaming of my thoughts as I catch my reflection in the window in passing.
In private, I try to press myself together, to make myself more compact, as if somehow I could force all this fat into a more pleasing shape.
In private, I look at the picture I took when my stomach was near flat and my wrists were more dainty and though I know I would be in the hospital the month after that photo was taken I can't help but wish I looked like that again.
I whisper "Make me sick" into a thin-necked bottle and let it weigh down the air around me.
When did I start to believe dead would be better than this?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯  **** man I want to cut the fat off of my body and bleed out but it's fine it's all cool
227 · Jul 2016
'beware of dog' signs
wren cole Jul 2016
you only clean your wounds
to see if they made the words you wanted them to
SELFISH
USELESS
TOXIC
LIAR
sprawled across your arm in mean print
in bright red letters
and have you ever gone that deep before?
and will they make you go back to the hospital?
226 · Jun 2017
perforated
wren cole Jun 2017
I am losing you
I never wanted to lose you
I am angry I am scared I and waiting
Waiting waiting for the axe to drop
I am trying to act tough
I am trying not to care
I am trying to brace myself
Cut things off early,
Let's not drag this out any longer
I can't take another drawn-out heartbreak
Wondering over and over if it's okay,
If it's okay to talk to you,
If it's okay to love you anymore
225 · Jul 2016
please
wren cole Jul 2016
I don't want to come to this conclusion
Change my mind
I'd still do anything for you
I don't know how to let go
And I don't want to
222 · Jul 2016
comorbid psychosis
wren cole Jul 2016
Melting
Pulsing
I know well enough
It isn't real
Close your eyes
Breathe
221 · Nov 2016
fucked up
wren cole Nov 2016
It's a little sick how I want someone to hold me after
How I want someone to notice and to look me in the eyes and let me break
It's sort of disgusting
Watching the beads roll over skin leaving trails
Just watching
It's really ****** up
Kiss me on the lips and on the scars
Really ****** up
Hold me after so I don't feel broken
******* yikes ****
wren cole Jul 2018
you and i've been through a lot in such a little time
but if there's one thing you and i know, that's how it goes in life
we've seen things no one should see, been places no one should go
that's how i know we're strong enough to crawl out of this hole
we've been put through wood chippers, we can handle busted knees
i'll hold onto you if you'll hold onto me
221 · Jun 2016
The Lonely
wren cole Jun 2016
The heavy, dark Lonely sinks into my skin again,
As it always does this time of night.
I don't even try to sleep, I know my thoughts will win the fight.
I'm always kept awake by my overactive mind,
And the ache in my chest gets stronger with the time.
The Lonely manifests in physical pain,
Double-teaming my body and my brain.
I want to spill my ink,
I don't want to rhyme,
I want to break my ukulele's bridge and burn every page of my sketchbooks,
Because no matter how I try to show people my heart
They shrug me aside—
And I know I'm not wondrous at art,
But I could write you a symphony if you'd just let me
Lay my head against your chest and listen to your heart beat.
I'd sing for you forever, at that tempo, about that safety.
I swear to god I'd worship you if you could somehow **** my Lonely.
the lonely has come very close to killing me.
221 · Jul 2016
selfish (**vague**)
wren cole Jul 2016
petty taunting thoughts-
you were wrong , you were wrong!
silly selfish little thing,
what did you expect?
vain, greedy child.
you don't deserve so much.
as with most of the things I write: Yikes™
220 · Jul 2016
cremation
wren cole Jul 2016
Cut my heart out of my chest
I don't want to feel it ache
I'm so sick of being in love
You have me all bent out of shape
Burn up my body and bury my ashes somewhere with a fruit bearing tree
So I can finally be something with more use and worth than Me
220 · Jan 2017
i can't understand
wren cole Jan 2017
I wanna read your mind
look into some crystal ball, see all your thoughts
I am not good at deciphering meaning or feeling
every word blazes neon, colors flashing
I can't make it stop or slow or clear to see a color I could find meaning in
I sit cross-legged on the floor and look up at the neon lights
the rapid blinking raises my heart rate
I should look away
but I am determined to read the sign
219 · Dec 2016
&
wren cole Dec 2016
&
when will my mind stop force feeding me thoughts like poison
like 'im not worth your time'?
when will i mature enough to leave all that behind?
im not sure ill ever ever take a step free of this tether
my mind keeps me ******* here alone
trapped in thoughts, i'm on my own
219 · May 2016
curses
wren cole May 2016
I curse my heart and all it stands for
I curse my laugh for rolling on
I curse your eyes for being so blue
I curse myself for falling again for you
Why do you have to make things easy?
Why do you have to make me feel safe?
Why are you so fun to talk to?
Why are you my happy place?
Once I have feelings for someone they never go away. I was, once again, reminded of this via 5+ hour Skype call with an old best friend/ex.
219 · Jan 2017
whiplash
wren cole Jan 2017
stop take a moment and think
take two steps back
step out of your head for once if you will
do you think, are you arrogant enough to think
this is written for you
into your skin
for your side of the distance?
step back out of your head
selfish, self absorbed
playing games
look at yourself
do you really think you're worth the time?
do you really think you're worth the thought?
note: this is me @ me please don't think I'm writing this directed at anyone other than myself
219 · Oct 2017
not his boy
wren cole Oct 2017
I am wearing his marks, his sweater but I am not his boy
He tells me without wanting to tell me, he tells me with the collar tucked under my pillow, with his mouth fresh on my skin
And this is not to say he does not love me but he cannot be this
And I am trying trying trying to be okay while my chest busts open, while the bruises feel like burns
I know he doesn't want to hurt me but I feel like scrubbing my memories clean, taking steel wool to the inside of my skull, cleaning up the vulnerability I've shown, scratching it out
My eyes sting, my chest aches like he's gone- he's not, he's right here, it shouldn't matter,
But I adoringly opened a particularly delicate part of my already fragile heart for you, my love
I am not mad I am not angry I swear I am just so hurt I was so scared and I was right, dear, I was right,
I always have been and always will be an overdose of a person, there will always be a part of me too tough to swallow,
Foolishly, I still wanted to give you all of me
And it hurts, it hurts
wren cole Jul 2016
tell me what i am to you
it doesn't have to be a song, though your voice is lovely
i'm afraid our song is sung and what's said and done is Done
and even though i can't look at you without my heart trying to escape my chest i still don't know
so tell me what i am to you
a lover, a friend, a parasite
just tell me where we stand
you call the shots, i'll bite the bullet
feel the bleeding from the inside
it's easier than the unknown
so tell me what i am to you
i need to know, i need to know
dear sky,
218 · May 2016
EDNOS EDNOS EDNOS (2)
wren cole May 2016
I cannot wax poetic
About the feelings on this flesh
I have no pretty way of wording
The destruction I desire
There's no beautiful way to say
I want to cave in
Until I am barely here
Until I am bone
218 · Oct 2017
morning glory
wren cole Oct 2017
Our carbonated hearts beat neon
We tear out into the melting scarlet sky as it spills onto candied clouds
The birdsong resonates within me
All life, all energy, everything
It somehow all leads back to your hand in mine
Our feet echoing bare against the cold pavement
You are the sun that rises to warm the earth
I am moon in waiting
We break the peace with our laughter
We are the morning glory
this was mostly me wanting to combine the two words I overuse most in positive writing (carbonation and neon) but also to stretch my creative muscles and focus on some imagery
216 · Jun 2018
Untitled
wren cole Jun 2018
i fold my troubles into little envelopes
like fifth grade notes, like childhood secrets
i slip them safe into my back pocket
216 · Jun 2016
Artificial
wren cole Jun 2016
I count up the artificial things in my life and cannot stop the sigh that passes my lips as I include myself in the endless list.
wren cole Jul 2016
after the doctors, the family therapy
there remains a feeling of white walls and sterilized gloves
sterilized gloves, handling me very carefully
they make you wear non-slip socks but you can't have your shoes
you might strangle yourself with the laces
and my pills are all locked up somewhere now where i can't get them
my mother's voice sounds like the hush of tiptoeing feet on too-clean tile floors
they handle me with sterilized gloves and panic when i'm in my room for too long
as if it's abnormal
as if i haven't been known to hide
the echos in the hallways sound different on the other side of the hospital
nervous, uneasy peace and hushed whispers
i am made of glass
but being treated like it feels like standing in drenched clothes
my fingers are pruning up
i have a feeling
this will take a long time to dry
214 · May 2016
October 7th
wren cole May 2016
THIS DATE IN MY MIND SHOULD HAVE A JOYFUL ANXIOUS AIR TO IT
BUT SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY I SLIPPED AND ADDED YOU TO IT
DON'T YOU DARE PICK UP THAT PENCIL AND ACT LIKE YOU CARE THROUGH IT
WHERE ALONG THE WAY DID I ADD YOU TO IT?
DEVILED ANGEL HAZEL EYES SEEP INTO EVERY CRACK AND PORE OF MY MIND
AND I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL LIKE
THE DAY I TURN TWENTY -FIVE
I'LL STILL WONDER IF OCTOBER 7TH MAKES YOU SAD
AND IF YOU REMEMBER YOUR OLD FRIEND WILL YOU SIGH FOND OR WILL YOU WRITE MAD
I HOPE YOU NEVER PUBLISH A PIECE OF POETRY
WITH OCTOBER 7TH THE DATE OF ARTISTRY


(february feels gray and heavy when i think of how far from each other we've run away)
214 · Jun 2016
stagnant
wren cole Jun 2016
Head ache, heart ache
My body tries to make up for my lack of feeling with pain
Reminding me that I am alive
But I don't feel alive
Sitting still 7 hours a day
All my art has fled my system, all of my words have fled my brain
Show me how to breathe in stale air and still exhale creation
214 · Jan 2017
SHAKE
wren cole Jan 2017
I'm so exhausted of trying to stand on ground that constantly trembles,
shakes with tremors like my hands
like when I'm anxious
like when I think of you
I'm so exhausted and my legs are about to give out
I am crying, clutching onto anything I can for balance
and the earthquake grumbles to me
says to give up
says I was always going to fall through the cracks
214 · Nov 2016
2:12 AM
wren cole Nov 2016
I wish I never borrowed in another's arms and called that Home
Maybe then it wouldn't be so hard a task to sleep Alone
I think maybe loneliness and inadequacy would feel less heavy if I'd never fallen asleep to warmth and safety and slow stolen kisses
213 · Mar 2018
the way i see you
wren cole Mar 2018
you, my love, a universe all your own, stars and impossibilities
you, my sun, with a smile like no other, genuine and glowing
the way your eyes can be a gentle gray, a midday sky, a dark ocean in the low light
from the lightest of freckles that dust your face, star, you are beautiful
it's the way your soul shines right through you
light pouring out your very being like sunday morning blinds
this is the way i see you
in those little idle moments

it strikes me in these lonely hours of night
everything you are
and the burning fear
of how little i am to compare
i love my partner dearly but i don't know how they could ever be attracted to me ****
in a physical sense at least. emotionally we have a lot in common and very similar ideas and life stories but like.. ******* are they beautiful, and i try not to feel any sort of negativity about this great and patient thing we have going, and i know that physical appearance shouldn't mean anything, but.. my partner is a treasure. the way i feel when i look at them is so impossible to describe. it matters to me and it aches that i don't think they could ever see me that way. it doesn't bother me so much about our relationship as it does about myself, so i won't let it affect things, but yeah.
212 · Jul 2016
daydream
wren cole Jul 2016
I want to renovate a van into a little home
So I can go wherever I want to, drive around the world
Have adventures every day and never grow up
(And maybe sit on top
And watch the sunrise with you again
Maybe my head on your shoulder
Maybe your hand in my hand)
Oops I'm crying
wren cole May 2016
I've fallen in love
3 times in my life.
The first time,
He was a long-time friend with ever-changing hair and river eyes
And I wasn't afraid of the dark around him.
I knew
I loved him
And I wasn't
Afraid.
(Months later,
He taught me fear in love
When he told me
He hadn't been in the whole time.)
The second time,
She was a bright new adventure who had a way with words and a patience I'd never encountered before.
I knew I loved her
When her eyelashes caught the sunlight
And I wanted to lay by the pool side
And sleep away the summer with her.
I
Was
So
Afraid.
(Months later,
She proved me right.
Her patience broke.
Now she calls me Cancer.)
The third time,
They caught me by surprise,
Because it'd always taken me so long to fall before.
They made it easy,
They surrounded me with safety
In the form of a warm pair of arms.
I didn't know,
Too afraid to realize,
Or to say.
(Not too long later,
They told me they wanted someone
Who could love them as fast.
I was so afraid to repeat
That I caused a repeat of the past.)
I've fallen in love
3 times in my life
And I've never
Learned
How
To
Fall
Out.
Pretend it's poetry. I just needed to spill some thoughts.
210 · Jul 2016
blind thorns
wren cole Jul 2016
I built walls around myself and watched you adoringly through the cracks
I didn't know you were busting your knuckles raw against the bricks
I guess I got you tangled in my thorns
Now I don't have a clue how to fix this
I never wanted to be on the list of things that hurt you
Now we're both bleeding and i don't know what to do
I wish
I'd said
I love you
I wish I could go back in time
210 · Feb 2017
non-slip
wren cole Feb 2017
i disappear
into drawstring pants
with the drawstrings cut out
and the tee shirt i wore
for two days
before i was brought more clothes

paper shirt paper pants
see through when tight
and bright yellow non-slip socks

if i try
i can easily return to that place
the white lights
the pills in dixie cups
the isolation room with chalkboard walls

i can return
anytime
to that post-attempt numbness
just shuffling along
destination a to destination b
"okay everyone,
it's time for group"

watch the yellow socks move along
forget you're controlling them
forget your feet are within
forget you exist
it's almost peaceful
wren cole Aug 2016
the little voice in the back of your mind compels you to throw up your insides and stay home from work and sleep and sleep and sleep
if your mother knew the way that you think she'd never ever let you leave
life doesn't accommodate for broken children held together by a string
you'll have to learn that to get by you need to grow the **** up and get over these things
209 · May 2016
last summer
wren cole May 2016
we were never anything,
but, oh, you were my everything:
my hazel-eyed addiction,
my heaven and my hell.
we sat hidden in the tunnels of a playground
pretending we were children
playing make-believe
to the tune of cicada sound.
i've recalled too many times, now,
the sunlight in your lashes,
but maybe one day it won't be true
if i say it again:
when i spent last summer
next to you at the poolside
i wished
(i wish)
it would (have) never (had to) end
purging the part of me that still loves the ice girl
209 · May 2016
this suburban frame
wren cole May 2016
My home is made up of
Old basement couches and
Memories of book store dates,
Big blue eyes
And late night escapades
And it
Certainly
Isn't
Here.
209 · Feb 2017
the sky lit up gray
wren cole Feb 2017
you're safe you're safe oh god thank god
i haven't seen a word from you since the day you hated me
i was so afraid, my dear, that i'd killed you in trying to keep you safe
but even though i didn't Lose you
i've lost you just the same
you feel that i betrayed you
and i don't know how to make it okay
208 · Feb 2019
dirt
wren cole Feb 2019
some days i just bury myself so deep underground
it seems the dark is all that's there for me
you know how hard i try to be strong
but there are days where i just can't be
forgive me if i don't dig you out
but i am six feet underground
i will keep digging, say
i am not allowed to feel this way
but i cannot force that smile today
say,
it's best i go away, say
i deserve this for my lack of strength
i so often forgot that i am a tool to be used
i am just the shovel underground
i am meant to lift the dirt, not get buried
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