Keep On Telling Me You Want to Have It All
Fuck, I’m so broken
Nobody knows, but my sadness is a token
Of moments too sad to breathe out
The red in my head screams so loud I need to shout.
My organs, collapsing into
Themselves getting ready to have my ribs crush unto
Them so fragile and bleeding
Now I’m just a broken doll on the ground screaming.
My hands grasp, my head so large
It’s about to explode, its contents are going to barge
Out and about onto the ground
It’s all with this sadness newly found.
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