Cry

You make me want to cry,
form an ocean at my feet,
so salty everything dies from my pian.
You make me want to scream,
loud enough to break glass,
sharp as if used to show blood.
You make me never want to see again,
punch my eyes so hard,
the swollen skin engulfed them.
You make me want to do things,
I know I could never do,
in real life.
So I just rant to a blank page,
and hope you won't figure out,
who you are to me.




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