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I cant be held
because I am an empty space
and even on the better days
when I become this stack of brittle bones
I wont let you hold me
you know my lungs collapse each morning
I just think that I shouldn’t.
And because I shouldn’t.
I am.
And if I am
Does that mean that
I should be?
But even though I am
And I should,
I really shouldn’t.
Now I’m no country bumpkin
And I (sure as hell) ain’t no city pumpkin
Cause I ain’t got no phony smile
Carved into my face
Now I’m no macho hero
I don't know...
I can't shake the preening feeling...
That I'm not really living...
And even though it's not a physical pain-
It's a dull persisting ache-
And even though no one else is living
Save me
No save you,
Harm in help,
Help in harm,
Hate is charm,
Joy is pain,
Wild is tame,
Life is death,
Death is free,
But do not,
Save me,
I choose,
Who am I?I am you.I am a breathing soul,Encompassed in a container of massThat seems to be self-aware of its mortality.
I'm not the strongest
And I see it now
I've given up so much to be perfect
To be powerful
To be sure
When all that I ever had to do
Was be me
I'm clumsy
I'm tall
I walk
