Thought I was done running
But I still have miles to go
In these black gardens
Struggling to breathe through it all
Guess deep down
I still want to be alive
Guess deep down
I still want to be around
But what am I sticking around for,
when all I am is broken and hollow?
Reality is too harsh ,
too painful for me to swallow.
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
