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Forsaken
Sleep deprivation by choice
I only listen for his voice
this body full of pain
like knives in the coldest rain
all the way to my fingertips
there's only truth on my lips
choosing neither life or death
resisting every taken breath
scared of losing what I never had
how can it be this bad
scars on my feelings
those I'm never revealing
searching for a high roof top
cause my fear of heights will never stop
falling into an awaken coma
forsaken by my own persona
breaking what is already broken
all my fears have spoken
my tears have all frozen
waiting for what can't be chosen
*written by me
Annons