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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