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I’ve been trying for weeks
But I can’t seem to find it
I’ve been biting my cheeks
like the idea is inside them
But the blood starts to pool
with its signature taste
I feel like a fool,
Gray tinted skin
With splotchy pink cheeks
Ashy peppered hair,
Sprinkled under soft stars
Cracked tired lips,
Blue from the frost
Wisped breath
Flowing, churning,
How strange
That hands so gentle could touch with such fury
And damage so intensely.
How strange
That hands so rough could touch the hearts of so many
SO tenderly.
How strange
I was a young girl
Confused with the things
I had experienced and seen
I was too curious
I tried to experience love
So imaginative
She’s got a tongue in cheekway with her kissesthey’re breathlessand scarring, leavingall these marks of crescent nailssaying “screw you”
There's a rough path to your dreams, kid.
You're going to get beat down and maybe even run over,
You're going to reach a point where you feel like you can't take anymore.
Not everyone can throw money at their problems,
I don't understand.
That's all I can say.
It's my life you have banned!
It's the same thing every single day...
I cry sometimes because I’m human too
I cry sometimes because there is nothing else to do
I cry sometimes because I can’t hold it all in
I cry sometimes because everyone doesn’t get a happy end
They don’t have much life in their bodies only in their eyes
Their bodies sore with daily task
Thoughts are thick
Putting a heavy weight on their minds
Drained out
Full of fear and sorrow
But in their eyes
