Here I standEmpty handsWishing my wrists were bleedingTo stop the pain from the beatingsThere you stoodHolding meWaiting for me to notice youBut who are youYou are the truth Outscreaming these liesSaving my lifeThe warmth of your embraceYou speak the truth and I hear itThe words are I love youAnd I have to believe in youBut who are youOutscreaming these liesSaving my lifeMy hands are openAnd you are filling themHands in the airAnd I worshipYou!Saving my life.
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Poetryfeel so alone, like I'm the only person in the world who feels this way, and it doesn't even matter. It's not important, maybe because I'm not important. I'm screaming out, doing everything I can to be heard, yet even silence is louder than my screa...
