Choke it down
To recieve one more
Sit in the room
Stare at the door
Hate myself
Love you less
Can’t stand the pressure
Yet live for the stress
Doors close
Lights fade
Pray for our demise
Until then keep up the charade
Choke it down
To recieve one more
Sit in the room
Stare at the door
Hate myself
Love you less
Can’t stand the pressure
Yet live for the stress
Doors close
Lights fade
Pray for our demise
Until then keep up the charade
This one hits home, Candice.
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It is amazing and truly heartbreaking how pain is so relatable to so many of us.
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This is what binds us.
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
Pain and its retreat is something we all look for, don’t we?
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What a deep, relatable poem. This really resonated with me. Thank you so much for sharing it! đź’—
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