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Lace Nov 2018
Cut it up
Lay it out
In a line
Let’s go

Take me places
I don’t know
In a line
Let’s go

Conga line
It feels fine
In a line
Let’s go
Lace Nov 2018
Can’t sleep.
Can’t reply.
I have no words
for this heart of mine.
Lace Nov 2018
It’s loud.
It’s violent.
It’s ringing in my ears.

It’s nothing.
It’s nothing.

My thoughts stop.
I hear it again.
The overwhelming sound

of silence.
Lace Nov 2018
Winter is cold knuckles
and
wet socks.
Closing your eyes to the cold wind
and
shaking.

Winter is not being able to
get
out of bed.
Disassociating to the point
of
mania.

Winter is standing outside
to
feel something.
Never telling anyone that you can’t
*******
breathe.

Winter is how you made me feel
deep down
inside.
I need to get in touch with
the other
seasons.

Until next year
Lace Nov 2018
My heart is racing.
I feel sick.
My anxiety knows me better

than anyone.
Lace Nov 2018
Notice me.
Say you’re proud.
Something.
Everyday, you cross my mind.
I hate to complain.
But why are you the way that you are?
Who hurt you?
And who were you before that?
Do you care to explain?
I’m standing in the rain and I just want a call but I fear the silence that still remains.
I just want something.
Everyday I feel like I’m crawling out from underneath all of the what if’s in my brain.
You never show me anything.
Do you understand this pain?
Tell me something, anything


Please explain.

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