I want to cry and scream into a bucket where the echos will fill my ears with my undesirable sanity.
But is it sanity when all it is is a dream?
I want to hear my echoes of a cry and my loneliness of my voice, the empty shell I am today be the reminder that I am not only sad but afraid.
My broken record cord screams out for only me to hear.
My cracked and scratchy voice fills my ears and bounces off the walls in my head.
I let it drown me into a pit where I'm lying naked on the ground with fresh wounds cutting me deep.
I dont feel them like I should because I know there is more to come.
From swinging to branch to branch my hands are scratched, my hair is a mess, and all I can do is keeping swinging.
My mind floats on glass and I cant remember what his name is.
Somedays I want to erase all of my memories and let go off the pain.
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Song by The Pretty Reckless 'House on a Hill'
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