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My stomach twists and molds into the shape the world chooses
A tsunami of anguish and pain vividly racking my brain,
Looking for a way to escape, and it's found its opening.
Come funnel out onto the page-- stain it like you do my grace. You're a
Deep red and violent black, thrashing out of your streambed I've eroded for you.
Trying to take over the dry land that it was so hard to push out of my quicksand mind.
You're the growing pool of blood under my feet taking away all of my energy...
My life's essence spilling out of me, I can't catch it. It doesn't belong anymore,
I feel so tired, so ready to stop this turmoil! I'm up higher than ever then I'm falling so hard.
Laughing and then crying my eyes out. I want to scratch my eyes out...
Can you help me breathe?
Can someone help me breathe?
Please, I'm drowning in this whirlpool of self pity, get me out of here.
Oh wait, oh wait, so you think you're prince charming unhand me you fool!
Oh hey, oh hey, I'm so sorry I swear that just came out wrong.....
This burning, this burning, this hell in my gut.This aching, this aching, these chafing thoughts.
I'm learning, I'm learning, there is no mistaking. I know how to mess up....
Please help me, please help me, no please get away!
I said go away. Go away now! I'm lonely, I'm lonely, this is so heartbreaking.
I don't know if I'll survive. Please talk to me, please tell me that I'll be fine.
But you cant tell me. No, you cant tell me anything.
I've shut you away and now you're gone....
I'm calling for you desperately, but I know you've moved on.
This squalor, this feeling, is devastating....
But all i can do is stay here and keep it up.
But wait, hey wait, I wasn't wrong,I'm the only one writing my book.Singing my song....
So I can clean up my sorrows and row my boat.
And I can curve the river and make a bloody moat!
I don't think I'll let you in my castle, you've already let me down,
But still the world is chasing me like a thirsty hound and I don't care
I'm tired. I'm tired of running.So come at me if you think you're truly cunning.
Because I'm the queen of the castle, and the head of the royal guard.
I'm not begging, I'm not asking, I'm telling you to stay out of my stars.
You aren't the sky above my ramparts, and you can't erode me with your acid rain.
You're simply a speck on my horizon that doesn't have a name.
You carry all my burdens? No, you don't feel a strain. I'm living, and I'm impervious
And it isn't because you pulled a string, I know you didn't fix a thing.
I am my king and my queen and I think I can make it. I think I can sing
for victory. This blood on my ankles, this blood on my feet.
It symbolizes that, you girl, you aren't better. And, you boy,
You aren't unique. And I'm not either, because we all are weak.
I'm just more observant,
And I pick the dark clouds out of my sky. And stamp them under my feet.