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by StandStill May 11, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Tornado realities spinning out of control the further away she slips from herself the tighter she tries to hold Running out of words now already bled them out for you shaking finger's pointing in your direction so tell me, what are you going to do? Do you care that she cries every single night? do you care that it's all your fault? you put her in flight of fight... Echoes of an echo bouncing off the walls inside her head not even a worthwhile poem out of the heart of the walking dead Every single heartbeat.. it only hurts her when she breathes she's running, and she doesn't know where... just knows she needs to leave Wraps up into a tiny cocoon hidden within herself not that anybody notices just another day in living hell