I fell all the way down. And now there is no one to pick me up. Pick the pieces up. I'll have to leave some there. For some stranger to walk on without knowing the disrespect they are committing. I can only fit so much in my hands. The rest will have to stay. The next person will just have to deal with the parts I managed to salvage. As for the rest, maybe it's where it belongs. We all survive with missing parts. They chip away: little by little. I'll just have to learn to survive with just about nothing. And if one day you find a broken part scurrying in the wind, just leave it be. It's better to be a part of the world than to be part of nothing.
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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