Note : I was really really frustrated at the time I wrote this. So I didn't really have a title for it. I still don't know. I was just really angry so I started attacking my piano at home. Yeah... I'm weird, we've established that.
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I slam my fingers against the
keys of my piano as the tears
run down my cheeks and
face. How did I ever get here,
to this sad, miserable place?
My fingertips are red but I
don't care. You see me
hurting, and all you do is
stare.
My beautiful nails break
and snap in half as I
continue to sing at the top
of my lungs. It's been a while
since I've sung.
You made me this way, afraid
to sing and dance. Because
you claimed it was weird and
I've got you stuck in a trance.
And suddenly the loud sound
of the keyboard comes to a
slow stop and my furrowed
brows suddenly soften. And
I'm not imagining you
inside of a coffin.
I don't care anymore. Even
if my heart is still sore.
Even if you hurt me right
to my core. Honestly. I don't
care anymore...
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