She slit my throat
Then wished me well
My tires are fine
After rolling through hell
Sow up my pride
So I can be dead inside
And kill these thoughts
Of suicide
They’re dark and grey
Locked in my mind
Together forever
Where my motivation hides
No one gets in
Just like nothing gets out
We all win, we all lose
In the final round of the bout
Just tuck me in
And make me feel good
If I could have one wish
It would be, to be, self understood
Then wished me well
My tires are fine
After rolling through hell
Sow up my pride
So I can be dead inside
And kill these thoughts
Of suicide
They’re dark and grey
Locked in my mind
Together forever
Where my motivation hides
No one gets in
Just like nothing gets out
We all win, we all lose
In the final round of the bout
Just tuck me in
And make me feel good
If I could have one wish
It would be, to be, self understood
| A Strobe of Darkness by B. Kyler |
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