What can I do, dammit? My hands are tied.
I wanted to say many things, but have found the limits.
Burn my tongue on sentences, so I write to you,
I am suffering here and bleed with every line of mine.
I look every day at the wall, see how the images fade,
wants to stroke over it, it may not, without cutting your fingers.
You Took me away from everything I hoped for and recognize these signs.
I accidently let everything fall just to get your hands on.
I do not want to see how you crying, had to avoid the gaze
Glide gently with the pen, but have no ink for writing.
The paper was blank, hell, there was a reason for scoring.
I want to liberate, but the blade was too dull to the slots.
If my world were made of glass, I think I would throw stones.
Just to see how it breaks down to nem bunch shards.
I wanted to find, collect them, put back together,
But I would never hurt me more to my broken hand, no!
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