Battle Cry

Battle Cry

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Oct 19, 2014
BATTLE CRY Worried looks Pushed aside Mindless thoughts I never cried Hearing voices Heavy sigh Look away My Battle cry Fake smile Dried eyes Scratched wrists Fat thighs Can't speak No words Fly away You pecking birds Numbing pain Blurred sight Aching flesh Nothing right White pills Rope tied Gun loaded Suicide
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My heart begins to race. My lungs tighten as the walls seem to close in on me. Their staring eyes stab through my muscles as I turn stiff. Then I realize it. My mind and eyes looking for an escape. I want to run away. I want to leave. I suddenly feel trapped. For the first time, his blue eyes do not create that comfort mg heart yearned for all these years. They're the same icy coldness I saw in my father when he left. "I'm sorry. I...I can't." Run. Run just like he did to you. Break him just like he did to you. I should've known it's what I know best.

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