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by bittersweet Jan 26, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I can hear them speaking in whispered tones they fall the tears are telling secrets you can't hear through the wall i make sure that they're silent or then you would find out that i wasn't really sleeping but trying not to shout the metal feels like fire as the rubies start to drop one by one onto the floor it's something i can't stop it creates a feeling of worries blown away by one lonely slit that somehow seems to stay my veins begin to show on the surface of my hands i'm shaking from a chill my body's own demand i curl into a ball relief has turned to doubt and so i cry to you let me out let me out let me out copyright (c) 01/25/07 ms - bittersweet