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I Have To Say
It's... Complicated...
I wanna go,
to a place,
where no one
knows.
Some where,
that I,
can stay,
hide,
cry.
I keep hearing,
each crack of
my heart.
Echoing in chants,
bouncing of solid
dry walls.
The silence is heavy.
choking the
emptiness within me.
Capturing me.
Encumbering me.
Resuscitating me.
I want to hear
the chirp of
birds.
I wanna hear
three
simple words.
Some where,
in this... tragedy,
is the me,
I was suppose to be.
but how can I,
be the 'I'
I was?
The 'I',
before there was an..
us.
I'm furious!!
My nose is an inch
above water,
with beast like vultures
waiting,
watching
me in utter hunger.
You watch me drown,
and wait for the sound
of a screeching,
breath stopping,
time freezing
scream out loud.
and enjoy yourself with
laughter.
The thing is
you're scared,
I'm scared,
Would you like me
to write it in blood?
Huh, 'stud'?
Do you like the scars you've
burnt?
Are you really,
and truly satisfied
by the so-called hunt,
that only you
yourself
are a part of?
I bet you wanna
watch me boiled,
in hot oil,
for knowing that simple
truth.
You want to see me
suffer in
amusement,
resentment,
bewilderment,
for knowing that
you love me more than
I love you
I wanna go,
to a place,
where no one
knows.
Some where,
that I,
can stay,
hide,
cry.
I keep hearing,
each crack of
my heart.
Echoing in chants,
bouncing of solid
dry walls.
The silence is heavy.
choking the
emptiness within me.
Capturing me.
Encumbering me.
Resuscitating me.
I want to hear
the chirp of
birds.
I wanna hear
three
simple words.
Some where,
in this... tragedy,
is the me,
I was suppose to be.
but how can I,
be the 'I'
I was?
The 'I',
before there was an..
us.
I'm furious!!
My nose is an inch
above water,
with beast like vultures
waiting,
watching
me in utter hunger.
You watch me drown,
and wait for the sound
of a screeching,
breath stopping,
time freezing
scream out loud.
and enjoy yourself with
laughter.
The thing is
you're scared,
I'm scared,
Would you like me
to write it in blood?
Huh, 'stud'?
Do you like the scars you've
burnt?
Are you really,
and truly satisfied
by the so-called hunt,
that only you
yourself
are a part of?
I bet you wanna
watch me boiled,
in hot oil,
for knowing that simple
truth.
You want to see me
suffer in
amusement,
resentment,
bewilderment,
for knowing that
you love me more than
I love you
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