I'm torn. Ready to shatter. Sewed shut with scorn.
Little girl, won't you tell me what's the matter?
If I break, the pieces will scatter. Remnants of a failing heart. Shake me til I wake.
You see, we all play a part.
I need someone to abuse. Or something to call my own. I need someone to use.
Now you feel all alone.
I found a razorblade. Accompanied by a gaping hole in the wall. Sliently I prayed.
You wonder why there was not a call?
The simplicity of an act. I know it's what the devil fares, to keep ourselves intact.
Somebody out there cares.
All night I listened to the rain. What if I were to drown...in a sea of pain.
I hate seeing you look so down.
I fell into dark devotion. My need is deep. Wide as the ocean.
You really must get to sleep.
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Who the fuck
Who the fuck do you think you are?
To come into my life like a damn tornado
tearing up trees, uprooting houses
ripping through the town
leaving books, letters, and dolls in its wake.
A little girl searches for her cat
while a little boy finds his beloved stuffed animal.
(Neither could sleep without them)
As I stand there looking at the glass and wood
that used to be my house,
I am reminded that hearts rip like paper
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