i'm sitting in my room looking at pictures of sixteen
i've gotten pretty good at crying in public
without anyone noticing me
why am i the one held together
while everyone around me can scream?
i tried to rip out my eyes
to give them to those who can't see
i wanted to console her
i was feeling nothing at all
i wanted to be there to hold her
i want to put her head through a wall
i woke up feeling empty and sad
when i realized i was sleeping in his old bed
but i'll put in my insides and feel fine, i guess
there are spaced inside me
once held by my dead friends
i hate how they feel
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