
Tears making tracks on my grimy face. One by one. Please R&R.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 242 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 04-14-10 - id: 2796892
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never appreciated,
always run ragged,
i don't understand why i get stepped over,
every day is the same,
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complaining about how i'm never good enough,
always not measuring up,
your standards are too high,
nothing equates to you,
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i'm supposed to not care,
but every day,
you rip more strings out of my heart again,
your fist around them,
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i can't take it,
i can't take it,
my lungs want to die,
and my insides are blackened by your touch,
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buried one step each day,
and the shovel just waits for me when i wake,
the dirt is suffocating,
is there any light?
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always taken for granted,
i'm always there for you,
but i never satisfy you,
what can i do to change?
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arguments are never fought back,
and i just take the punches,
i just take the punches,
can you see the way i bleed?
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it's running through my porcelain fingertips,
my sanity is like grains of sand,
i can't hold on any longer,
can you just please pick me up?
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i need someone to lift me up from the depths,
bring me life into this useless body,
and make this ache go away,
brush the earth away,
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i will be covered up until the die that my heart stops,
there is no one that cares,
no one that longs,
but somebody save me.
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