suicide eyes
vicious cries
the many reasons why
I’m never heard
The lines you draw
in the slipping sand
slips right through your hands
the lines your draw
are always blurred
a bit uncomfortable
a bit disturbed
and once again
there’s that voice that’s never heard
I could fall away too
slip away from all of you
just like the sand
let me ask you then
will you then understand
how much you demand
of me
would you still demand the same
if I were still to be
here with you
if you only knew
how far away I am
yet how close I am
to the end
maybe then
you would treat me better than just a friend
but people never know what we have
until it’s gone
and I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
I’ll never be the only one
singing the same old line
of the same old song
of how people
rarely ever change.
-kc

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