Off I go,
hurting myself
because you won't do it for me.
Howling at the sun
because I want to see you shine
and burn me with your rays
for some sort of change.
And I go to get high
because you can't keep me low.
You keep me distanced
in the deep
and painful background.
I don't want to be here.
My feelings are broken
playing like a record
tied to you
but I can't move
and you're running
in my stolen shoes.
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Bethany Louise Rose
22nd March 2015
@ 5:59 pm
