It's been awhile since I could stand straight
And look myself right in the face
Tonight is cold and I'm alone
I miss you next to me
And is it fair to whisper a curse under my breath
To try and cure myself of this mess?
I'm tired and I'm sinking inside
Should we try anymore?
And what would you think of me in any case?
What would happen if I gave my heart away?
The moon might make me lose my mind
Cutting, my side effect of lunacy
But does it really matter how I turn out tonight?
I'll wake up tomorrow and I'll be alright
The cuts on my arms will fade away
You won't notice them, it doesn't matter
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damn dude, you're just getting better and better. Passive poetry is my favorite. Grand job. Absolutely grand.
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