Maybe being hit by a bus feels like this
aching breaths and painful thoughts
you only seem to think something sad,
or that makes you angry
Right now I'm thinking of you.
yes you, the one who is still here.
Somehow threw everything,
I can't seem to totally get rid of you.
You haunt me like a bad dream.
Can't you ever let me go,
just let me be free.
Free as a bird flying high
With nothing holding me back
Nothing holding me to the ground
So these are my sick thoughts
my thoughts when I am low,
when I feel like I was in a stampede.
Trampled over and over again.
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