hurt.
confusion. sets in.
and now i dont know what to think
where to turn
how to feel
it just know it doesnt make sense
doesnt seem fair
the work thrown in to this idea
this legacy -- it happened willingly
and now, i dont know so much
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lets die out loud
smash our heads into the concrete like cymbals
raise our knees and flail our arms like children gone wild on too much sugar
scream from our guts, coarse and ugly , let the poison rush out our mouths like a black storm
Give your hell a name, curse it, spitfire your fury, dont go quietly
No more silent tears, head buried in a pillow, pain in the middle, unable to walk upright, holding on for steady, kneeling in submission, crawling in grief.
if i must die let me not go quietly, let me tear this flesh to pieces, rip open my chest cavity and parade the wound. claim my destruction. Let it be known i didn't die without reason, without just cause.
Let me take it in my hands and hold it up to you so you can see - this is what killed me.
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