Friday, October 16, 2009

One Last Plea

I’m broken inside, so many neurotic tendencies
I look left and I look right, distracted by inconsistency
My mind flickers twice more and my heart takes three deep breaths
I close my eyes and swallow deep within my chest
It’s the faint sounds you make when you think no one is watching
That give away your thoughts, and make you seem alive
But I know, that you cannot function normally
And that you are empty and hollow inside
I hate the sight of you, you make my stomach turn
You intentions all shine through, it’s about time you learn
That you gotta get over it, you must move on
I can’t let you drag me down; I’d much rather live life alone.

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