Shut me in a small room
I'm not claustrophobic
turn the lights off
I'm not afraid of darkness...
I'm not invincible...
Make fun of me
I laugh at myself
I'm a liar too
what I've stolen
Maybe there was a bruise on my leg
or a bite on my hand
Maybe I cried in silence
and only I heard myself
but I know the pain is real
because my chest hurts
when I breathe.
You left me even if you were with me
I've never felt I'm with you
just my shadow on the wall filled with drawings.
I don't want this pain in my body
I'm not a phoenix which can reemerge from ashes
I don't want this pain in my soul
but it hurts so much
I don't want this pain in my spirit
.. I don't feel it anymore.
Maybe what you've done to me
your abuses... it's an anaesthetic
to face this world
in which nobody looks happy truly.
I don't need redemptions
just stay and don't pay me attention
Judge me if you think you're better than me
hang my "dolls" if it makes you enjoy
stuff me as if I was a butterfly
sometimes these wings are mere decoration.
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