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i - h a v e - t h i s - s a d n e s s
a - s a d n e s s - t h a t - h a n g s - w a y - d o w n
over my face like a canvas
painting on tears
dried and smeared

i cannot escape
my own complexion, my own body
my own thoughts
that scratch away, with sharp nails
at the scabs .... on my forehead
b l e e d i n g - a n d - t e a r i n g
a n d - r i p p i n g - o u t - h a i r
where ever i go, whenever i wake
there it is .. right there ..... that sadness
haunting me
i can hardly see ..... i can hardly budge
without it being, right there, inside of me ..
 
and to think ...
t h a t - t h i s - i s - t h e - w a y
i t s - g o i n g - t o - b e
f o R - t H e - r E s t
o f - M y - F u C k I N g - L i F e
r E A l L Y - f U C k I n g - s c A r E s - m E

I JUST WANT TO SCREAM
AS LOUD AS I FUCKING CAN
INTO THE CANYONS OF YOUR EARS
TO TELL YOU HOW MAD I AM
AT HOW FUCKING DEAF YOU ARE
I JUST WANT YOU TO HEAR ME OUT ... O N C E
A THOUSAND TIMES AGAIN >
but i never gave in .... i NEVER GAVE in ...
i just sat there ... like a painting ..
.. hurting .....
s o - b a d l y
so quietly .. . so sadly .. . so madly




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