Under Pressure

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In a coffin
I’m still (barely) breathing.
Under pressure
By your dreaming.
Dying softly
From the beatings.
Hearing (your) voices
“(I) made wrong choices…”
Tiny pills resolve
Those (suicide) notions,
Heavy liquors are my
Potions.
Crying softly every night,
Too scared to face
The morning’s light.
Too face (your) ever constant fights.
All of those emotional blows
Told me once (You suck) Told me twice (you suck).
I’m no good,
Just burn me alive.
Like firewood.





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caleb.arledge said...
Sept. 17, 2011 at 7:01 pm

<3 marry me

 

 
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