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Broken thoughts

No intimacy
Means
No evidence of the scars that I bare
No intimacy
Means
I don't see that you care
I'm spiraling
Spiraling downward in pain
Clouds hanging over me
But it never does rain
The pain
It runs
Runs crimson as can be
With the knowledge
That you're oblivious
To the harm that may be
And I laugh and I cry
Wishing hoping I'd die
Still I'm reaching
Yeah I'm reaching
For someone to even try
Try to convince me
Try to convince me
That living is all worth it
As I look at these scars
I know
I know I don't mean shit
I want to cry
Tell me why
The tears won't seem to fall
I want to stop this
Need to stop this
Yet I can't get through it all
A sigh
Yeah a sigh
As I lie here needing to sleep
But I'm wanting
Needing really
Just to cut a little more deep
This pain
This pain yeah it really stings
Yet I'll wake up tomorrow
Who knows what life will bring.

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