I want to peel the lids from your eyes: so you'll see,
So I can stop hiding on this side of a mask,
And the far side of a mirror.
But it seems too easy, so I wind up my heartstrings
And pretend I get any sleep.
In the mornings I pour black coffee on my cereal,
The milk of insomniacs.
I've every right to be angry.
Sometimes I want to give up.
I want someone else to breathe for me
And next to me,
And someone to carefully drain the colors from my dreams.
(they're kind of scary)
Mama, leave me be
Daddy, let me free.
You don't know me.
I'm not who you think I've become.
I'm so sorry I keep letting you down.
I can't just keep asking for your forgiveness. I know.
I want to have hollow bones and bird-wings
So I can fly away from the mess I leave behind.
It's too much to ask, for some life and liberty.
I think I'll settle with the pursuit of destruction,
The ripping-apart of me.












Comments
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Friends know the song in your heart, and they will sing it back to you when you can't remember the words.
And i never poured coffee on my cerial but i do fall downt he stairs alot and walk into walls?
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..There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves..
glad you like it.
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..There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves..
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