I'm trying to escape you
but i feed off your cry
i hate everything
i just want to die
i want to be rid of you
i want to be held by you
just open my eyes
to something new
leave me alone
dont worry i'll come back
its all pointless anyway
stop picking up slack
i want you around me
yet loneliness surrounds
who i'm found to be
i wish i was an inanimate object
like a tree or the locket
that hangs from your pocket
like i hang from my wreck of a
heart.
Taylor A. Olson
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