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Too Messed Up To Repair
You've hurt me so much...that my wings have broken too
I've got nothing left
And my heart's broken like glass
And so are my wings
In shards on the ground
Hurt anyway they could be
If they were ripped...
They'd lay in ripped pieces...
Like blood drenched cloth
That belonged to someone who had been devoured by wolves
If they were stomped on...
They'd be lying flat, bloody, and crumpled...
Into the never ending black pavement
If they were cut...
You'd see them bleeding so much
That I'll be stained red forever
With nothing but scars everywhere on me
I'm broken because of you
Broken so much that...
I'm past hurt...
Past numb...
Past everything...
That now I'm just there
Like the clouds in the sky floating around
No one knows what it's doing there or why...
It's just...there
No one knows if it's the same one from the day before
It's just there
I'm just there
I'm just broken
A broken toy
That's too messed up
To play with
Or to fix
So you just throw it away...
Or just leave it somewhere and forget about it
You don't care if it collects dust
Or if the dog buries it
It's just there and broken....
Too messed up to repair
You've hurt me so much...that my wings have broken too
I've got nothing left
And my heart's broken like glass
And so are my wings
In shards on the ground
Hurt anyway they could be
If they were ripped...
They'd lay in ripped pieces...
Like blood drenched cloth
That belonged to someone who had been devoured by wolves
If they were stomped on...
They'd be lying flat, bloody, and crumpled...
Into the never ending black pavement
If they were cut...
You'd see them bleeding so much
That I'll be stained red forever
With nothing but scars everywhere on me
I'm broken because of you
Broken so much that...
I'm past hurt...
Past numb...
Past everything...
That now I'm just there
Like the clouds in the sky floating around
No one knows what it's doing there or why...
It's just...there
No one knows if it's the same one from the day before
It's just there
I'm just there
I'm just broken
A broken toy
That's too messed up
To play with
Or to fix
So you just throw it away...
Or just leave it somewhere and forget about it
You don't care if it collects dust
Or if the dog buries it
It's just there and broken....
Too messed up to repair
Literature
Heartbreak...
HEARTBREAK TASTES JUST LIKE STEEL
How do you feel? I designed myself to love you more, I scratch your skin, I'm waiting outside to tell you you're lovely.
I crawl to your house and I nail myself to your door with my arms outspread, so you can see that I love you more.
I slit my wrists with porcelain and I tear my throat to shreds so you would notice me, finally, finally.
I swallow my promise to never taste this again, I'm laughing as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death
Hold out. It's such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don't at all.
It's the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my ton
Literature
Heartbreak
It's sad I have nothing left to live for
It's pathetic I have nothing left to die for
All I wanted was you in my arms
All I got was a heartbreak
Another day passes by
Still my wound troubles
Still I wear a false smile
Another year will pass by
And will I be healed then?
Never to feel your flesh against mine
Never to have your soft embrace
Never again to feel your weight on my leg
I wanted to say I belived the lie
I still want to say the truth
There was no truth
There was only Lies
What happens to the Soldier in world peace?
What happens to the Warrior when there's nothing left to fight?
What happens to the poet when every
Literature
Heartbreak
Insomnia
Is my lie
That I use daily
Like makeup
To cover my sadness
Sadness
Is my being
That makes up what's left
Of this lonesome shell
That encases death
Death
Is a release
That shatters reality
Freeing all of those
Who no longer feel love
Love
Is just a game
That always ends trajicly
Tearing apart the souls
Of those intertwined by fate
Fate
Is something fake
That's used as an excuse
For leaving someone close
When they need your support
Support
Is waht I thought I had
That feeling of having a friend
Without them I am nothing
I'll never learn to mend
Mend
Is wha
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