take off with the air under your feet
sprinting blindly as if you know theirs nothing their
running into and through all the obstacles
moving on with a bloody skull and tears of blood
so fast and loose
freeer than i'll ever be.
come to me with your wounds and blood shot eyes
run your tears down on me,wanting me to mend you.
holding me to heal you
begging me to save you
and i do
i always do
but what about me?
i run straight into several walls i cannot break
i suffer, OVER AND OVER and dress my wounds with denile
holding a plastic smile, so you wont see my bloody tears
or my dying breath
please help me
like i always do for you
the last breath is about to pass...
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this is just some as if not most of the peoms ive wrote. i was gona start when i hit 15 but i kinda forgot repeatedly.
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