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Spark
I don’t want love I just want to feel and see sparks Like a faulty cable Sparks flying between out lips and teeth And intertwined tongues I know I’ll end up getting electrocuted or burnt But for now I will enjoy the fireworks And the bonfire will come later I want to have my heart…
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I will be good
I’ll be good, one day. I won’t need to call you in tears crying about all the wasted years and how they were all for nothing. I won’t need to stack up the pills, or make sure there’s always something, pointy or sharp. I’ll be good, good enough to be able to laugh and not…
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Glamourise
Sorry for making it sound beautiful I know its not something to be proud of But its part of me So I will write it in imagery Like the roses pouring out of my skin Or the thought of me drifting into the starless night The endless sky I’m not trying to glamourise it But…
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Sorry
I’m sorry for hurting you Just because I had to doesn’t mean its not true I needed to put myself first But the pain was put through you I had to let you go So I could grow I’m sorry… but Maybe you should try it too Taylor
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my purpose
And I will drown myself in water Because they have taken away the pills And the alcohol I will pour everything I can down the sink Because my blood no longer flows from my skin They took away the blades But they didn’t take away the pain within I will deafen myself with music because…
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love/pain
I wasn’t made for loving Just for a bit of fun I wont ask for your support because that would just be dumb Because I’m not worth the pain to love My love isn’t worth the pain you’ll be put through Lets just leave it at friends Because you can’t deal with my brain Its…
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are you okay?
I’m sick of being asked how I am in social situations or casual conversations. I’m not going to lightly tell you how I was awake until dawn, in fact I actually haven’t slept, or how many pills I stole and have kept. I’m not going to ‘chat’ about the new cuts that you can’t see,…
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wreaking ball
I don’t want to be the wreaking-ball Smashing down feelings every time they get built But you said when you first met me that I was and that you knew I would be the one to tear you down It just took a year too long but you were right all along I guess I’m…
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Living
Everyone is smiling, feeling great There is hair filling up the small amounts of space Bodies crashing into other bodies Sweat transferring like fingerprints and falling like rain And our voices, screams, shake the walls This is what it feels like to live and not just be alive. But our bodies will feel heavy, but…
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