I don't want to sit and write
I want to feel this pain
void of any kind of light
as I let myself fall again
there aren't any right words
to keep me from breaking apart
nor enough lies in the world
to help mend my weak heart.
Soft hands running down my back
are hardly enough to fix me
and make me forget what I lack
or keep me from what I see.
I know I am weird and off
always drowning in strife
but tepid kisses aren't enough
to bring me back to life...
He knows I'm not all there
that's what makes me perfect
because he doesn't really care
I am just another reject...
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