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Monday, May 18, 2020 || Monday, May 18, 2020
prick my little finger, just to feel something
gasping, choking for air
why is it so hard to breathe
why has it been so difficult to explain
all these spiraling emotions
going through my mind
i dont want to mess it up
i want it to be different
i'm not like the others
i'm hoping that i can bring you your smile
but i wonder,
when will that ever come?
the words i spit out
when i see you happy
with someone else thats not me
leaves a bitter taste
of white lies
and conceit
it gets harder to breathe,
the more you get close,
the more i beg for the catch of air
you're bad for me
yet you keep me wanting more
bleeding little finger,
will you help me feel?
help me erase the emotions
turn them into something new
because i'm never going to be 'her'