Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


The laughter hurts,
Draining my cries
Until they were
Flushed down the toilet,
Like waste, like soil.

Her pain, squeezing
Death from a soul
Not ready to die,
I whisper my goodbyes
And weep, forgetting
Everything I meant to say.

The people stare,
They all talk but they
Aren't saying anything.
You pushed past me,
Into the nobody I was,
Bringing out the
Somebody I could be.


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