Just another rhyme-thing. Also not recent but shorter.
I’m sorry I didn’t hold your hand when you were scared
I was caught off guard by how prepared I was
I’m sorry that I’m savage
and just less than average
sorry that I wasn’t able to hold you there
or act, when I’m just a vacant shell, that I care
do I belong in an institution?
a specter that’s haunting this sector
I’m here but I can’t hear
at self destruct with my pause button
I’m a glutton, drunk on hating myself
cause my heart will just bleed
if you hold me to the light
I hope that you’ll let me
cause I’m a little less patient
and a little more vacant today
but I just knocked my head back and brayed with laughter
is this what it’s like to be in the eye of the storm?
is this what it’s like to deform?
am I falling apart into some distorted broken thing?
is there no one to be the sling for my heart?
I hope that you’ll let me
I’m still in the eye of my storm
and it’s quiet and empty here
already six feet underground
is this what it’s like to decay?
is my rotting heart on display?
I’m sorry that I’m savage
and just less than average today
I don’t want to be reviewed
not all scars can be covered by a tattoo
you tell me not to draw on my arm
but you don’t understand the thoughts I’m trying to disarm
if you knew the demons inside of my head
I wonder if you’d call the scribbles just pretty instead
I’m sorry I didn’t hold your hand when you were scared
I was caught off guard by how prepared I was
I hope that you’ll let me
I’m still in the eye of my storm
and it’s quiet and empty here
is this what it’s like to transform?
yes, it’s quiet and empty, dear
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