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A broken poem¬ ¬ I have this darkness in me¬ That I can talk about in idle moments¬ Not quite believing the past on my lips¬ Sometimes I give speeches, thinking¬ If that one person heard, I could save her¬ I can tell her.. that there is meaning ¬ ¬ I know that it will come again ¬ Will grip me, rip me apart from the inside ¬ Rage again a war where hell is time¬ And time is always in slumber ¬ Moving like molasses, smothered inside the hourglass¬ And I can't save her.. ¬ ¬ In idle moments I write to her¬ I tell her life is beautiful ¬ And how happy I was today¬ Every word trying to declare a truth, convince¬ Because I know she won't believe it ¬ She is self-destructive ¬ ¬ She talks with her demons¬ As if they were old friends, a blanket of comfort ¬ She lays in bed because shes afraid¬ Of what she will do when her feet touch he floor¬ Of the tempest, the waves that smash into rocks¬ ¬ She is flooded ¬ She is burning¬ And drowning¬ Smothered and gasping ¬ Hands shaking, holding fragments¬ Wounded to the core ¬ ¬ And I have to love her¬ As she sobs, screams, and thrashes ¬ And I have to love her ¬ As she holds broken things, destroyed by her hands¬ I have to love her ¬ When she walks into the night, comes home with her heels worn and bleeding ¬ I have to love her¬ When she says she wants to die¬ ¬ I have to tell her ¬ Suffering has meaning ¬ One foot after the other, you're alive if you're moving ¬ I have to tell her ¬ One foot after the other, you're alive if you're moving ¬ I have to tell her ¬ We can sit in the darkness until you can bare the light ¬ ¬ Because that darkness is in me ¬ I know this while I'm laughing ¬ I know this while I love¬ While I smile ¬ While I listen to others talk about their sorrow ¬ I know minehers.. can steal mya life.

A broken poem¬ ¬ I have this darkness in me¬ That I can talk about in idle moments¬ Not quite believing the past on my lips¬ Sometimes I give speeches, thinking¬ If that one person heard, I could save her¬ I can tell her.. that there is meaning ¬ ¬ I know that it will come again ¬ Will grip me, rip me apart from the inside ¬ Rage again a war where hell is time¬ And time is always in slumber ¬ Moving like molasses, smothered inside the hourglass¬ And I can't save her.. ¬ ¬ In idle moments I write to her¬ I tell her life is beautiful ¬ And how happy I was today¬ Every word trying to declare a truth, convince¬ Because I know she won't believe it ¬ She is self-destructive ¬ ¬ She talks with her demons¬ As if they were old friends, a blanket of comfort ¬ She lays in bed because shes afraid¬ Of what she will do when her feet touch he floor¬ Of the tempest, the waves that smash into rocks¬ ¬ She is flooded ¬ She is burning¬ And drowning¬ Smothered and gasping ¬ Hands shaking, holding fragments¬ Wounded to the core ¬ ¬ And I have to love her¬ As she sobs, screams, and thrashes ¬ And I have to love her ¬ As she holds broken things, destroyed by her hands¬ I have to love her ¬ When she walks into the night, comes home with her heels worn and bleeding ¬ I have to love her¬ I have to love her ¬ When she walks into the night¬ comes home with her heels worn and bleeding ¬ I have to love her¬ When she says she wantswouldn't mind dying¬ ¬ I have to die¬ ¬ I have to tell her ¬ Suffering has meaning ¬ One foot after the other, you're alive if you're moving ¬ We can sit in the darkness until you can bare the light¬ ¬ And I have to warn her¬ Though you don't care, actions have consequence¬ When you play with kerosene you're going to burn bridges ¬ You hold hearts in your hands, such fragile things ¬ No one will be there is you simply leave ¬ ¬ Because that darkness is in me ¬ I know this while I'm laughing ¬ I know this while I love¬ While I smile ¬ While I listen to others talk about their sorrow ¬ I know hers.. can stealdestroy a life..¬ She is suicidal

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