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Tearing Him To Shreds.You better watch out
You'll break his little heart
You're tearing him to shreds
Destroying everything he believes in.
Do you care
That he is no longer there
Because he cares
That you're gone.
But are you gone?
Have you physically left, no
Just no emotion at all
Nothing left for him.
He won't come back this time, no
Won't see your light again
No one notices but you, me
He no longer cares about the actions you take.
He deserves better than the lousy you he had.
Who Cares.Though I know you try so hard,
I see it everyday,
I know you're dying deep inside,
You're starting to waste away.
I can see it in your eyes,
That you're scared of yourself,
I can tell because I am too.
I never once thought it'd get this far,
And please don't take that too hard.
Though I can see you getting darker,
Both in head and heart,
I can't do a thing,
Because I've torn us apart.
I wish I was better,
That I could save us all,
Not you and I,
But us all, everyone.
I wish I could say,
Just once that someone cared,
But those people have disappeared.
I can see you hide behind those words,
I'm fine! You yell,
Though you hate those words.
Deeper and deeper the rabbit hole goes,
It's a long hard way back up,
But who knows if we can do it?
You're deeper than I, it seems,
But I'm following suit.
I disguise in smile,
However, I don't know about you.
I can't say I'm able to help.
You can't say you want to.
No one can help when you're falling this fast,
No one can help when you're gone,
Dangerous.his heart start to race and he
starts to sweat, swimming in his
own regret. no one says
anything to this angel in disguise,
no one pays mind to his dangerous eyes.
he's a boy with wings and a halo,
though you'll never know. a boy
with dreams and a connection with
god, though he'll never show.
he pulls out a gun that he's yet
to have used, turns to the crowd and
he wishes them good lives and
bids them goodbye, he puts the gun
to his chest and...
"WAIT!" yells someone, as the sky
starts to thunder, "WAIT!" yells
another as the sky starts to water.
the boy runs away as far as he
can, long since dropped the gun.
he comes to a bridge and stands at
the top, wondering what comes next.
the rain had stopped, now the sky was
streaked with color, painted with
an artists brush. high above a bird
sings, way below, a sea of blue
"come to me, be free."
falling, as a boulder does, tumbling
down a mountain, but instead a
bridge, as the sparkle leaves
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