ceilings
tonight I stare at my ceiling through tears as the spew clutching my arms my blood dripping too my wet eyes and wrists showing the pain the pain I endur at the mention of your name I stare at my ceiling thinking of her because it's her hand you hold and hers that you whisper into the darkness and out into the night while I stare at my ceiling dreaming of you crying and bleeding my heart ripped in two you stare at your ceiling smiling thoughts a blur you stare at your ceiling thinking of her
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