The Broken

FunkeRFunkeR Posts: 105
Note: Heartache blows... this one's about how painful memories are immediatly after the loss of someone... but one day you will appreciate them... it just takes time...


the back of my throat aches
the veins in my arms shake
and I know this should one day fade
and all I can do is pretend to be awake

but I can't hear your voice
the words they don't get spoken
I know your disappearance was my fault
and my small bruised heart remains broken

the thought of you cracks
memories of us are wrecked
and I know the pain will go away
but the clocks take forever, when I have to wait

I don't wanna wait
I need you to go away
from my memory
all it does is cause me pain

cause I can't hear your voice
the words they'll never get spoken
I know your exit from us was my fault
and my small bruised heart has broken...
I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.

Sperm, It's in you to give.




I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
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Comments

  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    hmm... makes me contemplate...

    loss definitely blows
    especially where guilt is mixed in
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