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I am in a box and cannot get out.
Just thinking of a way to get out without dying.
Maybe even dying.
I cannot get out.
I feel like there are three foot long spikes going through me.
Oh God why?
Just so easily I could prick my wrist.
Beautiful rivers would flow.
I cannot get over this.
I am dying.
I feel it.
I can't do this anymore.
So broken..
Oh where is ( Read more... )

After not hearing music for so long, is like not having water and walking around in a desert for months at a time. My soul is dried and craving something that NOTHING else can fill. So deep. Just drop me here and I could die. Just the little things. Like crystal blue, waters the surface as smooth as a marble counter top and then a touch of a gentle ( Read more... )

Feather light touches,
Something never known on this earth.
So lost and hopeless…
There’s nothing else I can do.
This lamb is broken,
Guilty thinking it was my fault…
I cry out to the ones who might help me to no avail.
There’s only one who can help me,
He hears me…
His arms surround me.
I am lost no longer.
Like warm feather touches,
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