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Hurt
I watch minutes suicide
one after the other;
can’t help but wonder
whether you feel
even a pinch of my pain.
Dreams wounded to death;
magic poured down the drain,
exhausted in the stench of apathy.
I am my own person.
I am my own person.
I am my own person.
Nothing happens.
Mirror is still foggy;
I can’t see where I’m going.
Black holes under my bed.
My crayons, my watercolors,
my escape all swallowed away.
I want to let go.
I want to let go.
God, I desperately want to let go.
I close my eyes,
there you are,
staring back at me.
Life on repeat.
I watch minutes suicide
one after the other;
can’t help but wonder
whether you feel
even a pinch of my pain.
⁺˚⋆｡° ☠︎ °｡⋆˚⁺
🎧 Faded by Alan Walker
© Distilled Melancholy
one after the other;
can’t help but wonder
whether you feel
even a pinch of my pain.
Dreams wounded to death;
magic poured down the drain,
exhausted in the stench of apathy.
I am my own person.
I am my own person.
I am my own person.
Nothing happens.
Mirror is still foggy;
I can’t see where I’m going.
Black holes under my bed.
My crayons, my watercolors,
my escape all swallowed away.
I want to let go.
I want to let go.
God, I desperately want to let go.
I close my eyes,
there you are,
staring back at me.
Life on repeat.
I watch minutes suicide
one after the other;
can’t help but wonder
whether you feel
even a pinch of my pain.
⁺˚⋆｡° ☠︎ °｡⋆˚⁺
🎧 Faded by Alan Walker
© Distilled Melancholy
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