And when I need you, I swear to fucking god you won't be there. No one is, EVER. My weight will land on you and you will be frozen by how much I will need to rely on you. I trust no body let alone pills that try to control my every thought, every touch, every feeling. And my tears will roll down my face. And clowns will reach out with heavy arms as I skitter frantically away from their touch like leeches, they keep me frozen in place, and I can't breathe. Lungs have stopped working. Muscles don't move. His evil laugh echoes like a record on replay.
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Dying in Vain
RandomAnother poetry book filled with poems, quotes and words combined together to create feelings. I hope I help to relate.
