A bullet of grief
Burst through my head
Blood and tears
As I lay on my bed.<\/p>\n
In my mirror
A picture of you
You look like you’re trying so hard
It’s just what you do<\/p>\n
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“Do you want<\/span> to talk?
Is it that you just can’t?”
And my heart stopped
My face in my hands<\/p>\n
That you might want to
And all of these years
It’s what you can’t do<\/p>\n
You were talking to him
He said it was real
But he was crying<\/p>\n
My hand on my heart
I want to tell you
It’s okay, be who you are<\/p>\n
If life is too hard
I want to know that
Though it tears me apart<\/p>\n
A piece of my brain?
I don’t need you normal
But just ease your pain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"