Ask for help
They tell you,
But when you do,
They refuse to give it,
Be yourself
They chant,
But when you try,
You're told to hide away.
So then it's just don't be sad,
Like whispers in your ears,
So you try and try to be happy,
But no one will help.
They pretend to care,
But they just let you fall until you leave,
And they're slamming doors again,
When you're screaming help me.
If all the words in the world were gone
And we were left with the thoughts in our heads,
The list of things to say wouldn't be that long,
If I had one sentence to speak before sentences were dead.
You hold me again. In your arms. The rain is pouring even harder now, coming down like warm, wet paint splattering our arms and faces until we're drenched in it.
The light flickers in my bedroom
as I brush my hair;
I remember that theory that it’s someone dead trying to speak to you,
I’m sure it’s just a thing from movies.
The light flickers again in the bathroom
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