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Cracked Ribs

When I inhale
Itís so painful
When I exhale
Itís still stressful

I canít even sigh
How can something
So hurtful
Keep me alive

It hurts to breathe
And yet Iím still here

Words have a way of
Pushing me down
They have their way
Of not making a sound

My hearts too big
It doesnít fit
But forgiveness
Expands brittle ribs

His words, they crack my ribs
His works, they crack my ribs

Someone
Please make it stop
Someone
Please help me call the cops

Someone
Please make it stop
Someone
Please help me pray to god

Itís all he had to give
Sometimes Iíd rather
Jump of the cliff
I just gotta remember

One day Iíll leave
Iíve got only one life
Pain, it reminds me
That I hate to fight

His words, they crack my ribs
His words, they crack my ribs

It hurts to breathe
And yet Iím still here
Written by Adelphina
Published
Author's Note
Wanted to try something a little more dark.
Channeled into some past emotions and got this out.

And no - has nothing to do with Mark:)
He's a sweetie pie:)
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