damaged

tug on my spirit a little harder
you havent fully experienced
the density of my soul
cut apart the stitches
that seal the wounds
and expose all the holes

(because apparently feeling that bad once wasnt good enough)

reveal
those nasty little secrets
you know, the ones that have me crying at night

relive
those darkly tragic days
you know to make since of the tears that blur my sight

i was doing better
infact i was just fine
until you stupid mother fucker had to come
and take whats mine

now i get to start over again
yep, lucky me
so thank you much for everything
youve truly made my day
and now i'll set to work at my favorite play
(scissors make me squel)

ive descided im in love with duct tape
its romance keeps my limbs attached





this intrusion was to deep





-not suure if it makes much since
just kind of pissed off ranting-