fingernails down a chalkboard clear the way, here i come.
i'm not that "normal" person.
be aware, i've come undone.
from the beginning to now
i contemplated on how i would get through.
if i even could. my jaded persona is eye catching,
but it might latch onto you.
It burries deep down inside.
you won't ever find someone to confide in.
the feelings seem like they will never subside.
i cried tonight,
because i might not get through this.
i might throw away the key.
i've already locked myself in this room without doors.
i dont think i can ever be free.
the tears poor from my eyes
and trail their way to the bottom of my chin.
i wish i could get to the only person i would let in.so it begins ....
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crushed