Tigertarkla In Your Place

A walk through my mind, oh, we're jogging now, wait is that a couch, I'm going to lie down for a bit

Facing it


I wish I could say it didn’t matter
But this poem, it exists
I wish I could say I’m better
But the proof is on my wrists
Broken hearts they don’t shatter
But they bleed pure red
Sometimes I think it would be better
If you were truly dead

Then I wouldn’t have to face the fact
That there is something wrong with me
And in the end it was only me
That made you want to leave

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