LET IT OUT WITH A SONG OR POEM!!!!!!!

*TRIGGER WARNING*

He’s Hurting Me
Maria Mena
I've never been confronted with my own thoughts
They don't bother me when I'm alone
Can you come over, save me, 'cause he won't stop
Now get him off his ######6 throne
Caution, the floor's wet in here, been crying
I don't know why he seems convinced I'm lying
I don't know what he's capable of doing
But he's hurting me
It's not his fault I made him lose his temper
I should know better not to talk too loud
There's no one out there who could love me better
I'm not like you, you are too proud
Caution, the floor's wet in here, been crying
I don't know why he seems convinced I'm lying
I don't know what he's capable of doing
But he's hurting me
Don't leave me
Please believe me
Baby there is
I can explain
Please love me
Please need me
I've never been confronted with my own thoughts
They don't bother me when I'm alone
Can you come over, save me, 'cause he won't stop
Now get him off his ######6 throne

Today I shoveled dirt out of tradition
I thought I was there to show my respects
But I had to hold back tears that I never thought I’d want to cry
You called me a gearbox then I found out what it meant but something tells me your love was only to protect.
You may not have been all there but you were always there for us
Something tells me you still are and I wish it didn’t take so long to realize your smile was full of love

I never realized how much we looked alike until I pictures of your younger years
You knew your time was near
And we knew it too
And you knew their was nothing anyone could do

I used the backhand of a shovel and heard it drop against the casket when I looked down I felt sick but I know I know you’re happier outside the housing.

I wanted to hate you for so long and you fixed me soup
Every time I was sick

Now you’re gone the soul is all their ever was to Love and I feel like I missed out all along.

Personal hope it doesn’t blow up in my face but I thought hey I’m obsessive with impulse issues might as well. I mean after what’s probably found I mean he got into some shady stuff. Once they get that phone gets unlocked. My intuition tells me this could end in arrest. Like chameleons on beaches and dissected cats on lawns

-- Thu Dec 20, 2018 12:14 am --

For legal reasons this is considered a song in the vein of 8675309.

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I said
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I called it when I hullucinated and will remember it forever long.

I believe people can rehabilitate but I’d like to slip arsenic into your cocaine and sometimes I contemplate driving over in the middle of the night and damaging your cars with a knife.
And if you die before my time
I’ll round up all the long lost guys and take a dusty old sh$t on your ######6 grave for taking a friend with your audacious claims.

A gut pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odorous whim
Camera eye-flick-shudder within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that Theseus laid
Find me out this labyrinth place.

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field.
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field

Yin and yang lumber punch
Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch
And force my slender thin and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index turn
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn.

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field.
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field

Let me catch the slit of light
For a maidens sake
On a maiden flight
In the flat field I do get bored
Replace with Piccadilly whores
In my yearn for some cerebral fix
Transfer me to that solid plain
Hammer me into blazen pain
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
And drag me there with deafening haste.

I wanna crash I wanna crash
I wanna meet the downfall
Cause I can’t last I can’t last I wanna
Burn right in front of you
From a camera to a screen
Like whispers to screams
Mantras to my sleep.

The ###! Is going down

Pills syringes spoons and ties strewn across the coffee table
6 cop cars in the lawn
Did you straight up murder him
Or was did it end naturally
A loved one
A brother a son a grandpa
an uncle
Why? Why? Why?
Did you make such bad decisions
Why couldn’t you be alone
I knew she was garbage hope she’s trafficking out of the home rather than kicked to the curb I hope she leaves in handcuffs
I don’t want you to die I just hope you rot in prison. I hope every charge you get sticks because you deserve everything you get.
I threw your drugged up face a warm smile once and have regret it ever since.

Paranoia follows her in

She wears a white cloak and dances before her eyes, blocking her view. 

She tries to see past her 
She tries to see around her but paranoia takes hold of all she can see and twists it out of context until reality is lost. 

She plays with her mind like a child plays with a toy. 

And becomes her. 

Not really a song. Maybe a chorus?


But that’s not true
Between me and you
Your tired well I’m tired too
Your blue well I’m blue too
But if you break your stride
You’ll break yourself too

Show me the man with no regrets so I can call him a f###%%#! Liar.
And tell me how it all makes sense I’ve surrendered now throw me out into the the water.

But I can’t see
Everyone’s forgiven me but me
Or hear beyond
these whispers to screams
And life can’t be as simple for me

as it is for you

But that’s not true
Between me and you
Your blue well I’m blue too
Your tired well I’m tired too
But if you break your stride
you’ll break yourself too.

I finished my little song.

Show me the man with no regrets so I can call him a f###%%#! Liar.
And tell me how it all makes sense I’ve surrendered now throw me out into the the water.

But I can’t see
Everyone’s forgiven me but me
Or hear beyond
these whispers to screams
And life can’t be as simple for me

as it is for you

But that’s not true
Between me and you
Your blue well I’m blue too
Your tired well I’m tired too
But if you break your stride
you’ll break yourself too.

Every night like mantras to my sleep
And it beats, my heart
where does it end when did it start
Grinding teeth
These seem to be
the hours of need
Feels like shadows over everything

But that’s not true
Between me and you
Your blue well I’m blue too
Your tired well I’m tired too
But if you break your stride
You’ll break yourself too.

Just a fascination
A fabrication
A disconnection
An augmented way
Of how we tell ourselves to feel

And it goes on
And it can’t go on any longer

So between me and you
break the chain but don’t break yourself too.