| It’s a terrible statement but I never let it leave my side. |
| That sickening
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| realization that I’m done with this fight. |
| Moments kneeling on the bedroom
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| floor sickened by the entity I had absorbed, no more. |
| I would not let the
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| self-scrutinizing endeavor endure a precipice a monologue questioning my every
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| motive. |
| My disaster stricken heart feeling broken, my emotions quoted spilling
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| out of a broken vase taking the place of what was once your emotion.
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| Diluted with tears, an open book scribbled with fears engraved pools of ink I’m
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| vocally shook; |
| and I’m tired of telling myself that it’s gonna change.
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| Taken by the spectacular lie that existence can end. |
| Faulse-hoods predicted my
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| sinners dictated my every decision.
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| An exit of sorts seemed logical, cause I thought I could silence this breath.
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| But contrary to my mindset, I circumvented my threats to silence the demons
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| singing songs in my head; |
| whispering in my ear, that ending it all is a safe
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| bet.
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| Comforting me as I try to manipulate my end. |
| Those moments when I decided I
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| couldn’t handle this anymore! |
| Pins and needles infected every sensation I had
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| left!
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| Feeling like this love I had once found had been torn open and left broken in
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| the cold -that the seams holding it together ripped open and my flesh tore open
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| with that is I pray that my breathing would stop.
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| And as I held those staining memories, I held on so tightly; |
| remembering what
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| life used to mean. |
| Selfishly ready to embrace the fact that I am weak!
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| But then I called to you, and I hoped someone would find me; |
| and I found you,
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| and I had hoped someone would call me! |
| Cause I’m listening to these echoes of
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| my own voice leaving damage in the cold, as I feel I have finally grown to the
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| point where I can snap. |
| A point of knowing I could never go back…
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| And it’s in the moments I felt most alone. |
| That I told myself no one was there
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| for me; |
| and little did I know, love with sitting right beside me,
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| I just wasn’t listening. |
| At this point in my life I don’t know many things,
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| but I can promise you this — You are loved completely. |