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I'm Not Too Exact

I try really hard actually.
I wish that one day,
I'll be able to express my hate,
Easily through poetry...
To be able to make the blood from veins,
Breathe life into my words.

Then I can be sure that you feel,
The pain in my aching body,
And with that pain I want you to fall,
I want you to collapse,
And struggle for breath.

Like I do everyday,
I need to make you understand,
That I'm not living anymore,
I'm falling and I'm crashing,
Into the things that matter...

The glass inside my bones is breaking,
And I hope you see your face,
In the few pieces of my body,
That my thoughts have not yet managed to erase.

So with this last breath in my soul,
I want you to know the pain in my heart,
And the chaos in my brain,
Is real and not a story.

I'm tired and I finally understand,
That you are too,
I'd be the first to tell you,
That there's really nothing to complain about,
But that part of my body has already burned out.
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Published: 2/10/2014
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