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I don't care what you say
I don't care what you think
I don't care if you cry
Didn't I tell you
That to me
you don't matter?
I don't want to stay
I don't want to go
I don't want to be burning
I don't want to be drowning
Falling back down to my knees
Begging to stand up
I'm sick, sick, sick
Dying inside, suffocating
Under the chains
Hiding in your veins
When did I say I didn't care?
'Cause I was lying then
Only hoping I could know
Something other than black
You are the chains
You hold the keys
And I'm caged
Falling back down to my knees
Begging to stand up
I don't care anymore
I don't care what you think
I don't care if you cry
Didn't I tell you
That to me
you don't matter?
I don't want to stay
I don't want to go
I don't want to be burning
I don't want to be drowning
Falling back down to my knees
Begging to stand up
I'm sick, sick, sick
Dying inside, suffocating
Under the chains
Hiding in your veins
When did I say I didn't care?
'Cause I was lying then
Only hoping I could know
Something other than black
You are the chains
You hold the keys
And I'm caged
Falling back down to my knees
Begging to stand up
I don't care anymore
Literature
Domestic Abuse
Run.
Faster.
Faster.
Stop.
Scream.
Shh.
Don't
Say
A n y t h i n g .
His words are swords
Stabbing you.
His beatings are cruel
Wounding you.
His love for you
Cradles you
In a sea of cruelty and despair.
"Please don't hurt me," you cry
Your last words as poison
In the air.
"Shut up," he screams,
His words echoing through
The cold and lonely bedroom.
he sinks a knife into your chest
The blood pouring out
So elegantly.
The pain of the blade
Couldn't compare to the pain of
The Truth.
After all.
He loved you.
Right?
Literature
Six Word Story
Memories are for books, not hearts
Literature
Asylum
Who are you?
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Trapping you
Drowning you.
Who are you?
Certainly not
yourself.
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Certainly not
home.
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Certainly not
wanted.
Obviously not
needed.
Blood, scars, wounds.
Pain.
Torture.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
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Here you go Eli, it has been done. I hope you are happy.
It's up now.
I don't know what this is.
It's up now.
I don't know what this is.
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Deep, yo, deep.