After the EndA Poem by Breezie KaeWritten during sophomore year.
Eyes are broken framed glass pictures of a melody. I can’t feel the ocean if it slips right over me. Locked up in a cellar and it seems to me, you know I don’t belong here I’m not that crazy. Night falls and winter sets in, locked up in skin and I just can’t listen. Laugh a couple times it will all be okay, until you break down and see you just can’t live this way. (one, one, one, one two three four) Five at a time and you can’t feel it, just a little bit sick to the stomach, and kill me once and never again. Body shakes but you can’t feel it, get me straight to what fate deserves, and kill me once but never again. Walls tone to grey and eyes are on me. Point me to the ocean if you just so please. Locked up in this cellar and it seems to me, maybe I belong here. And it hit me just like that, you can see the colors in the black stains on the wall. And you know it’s worth the fall, if there’s people there to save you, and you can save them. You’re home again, you’re home again, you’re home again, you’re home again. (Five at a time and you can’t feel it, just a little bit sick to the stomach, and kill me once and never again) Body shakes but you can’t feel it, get me straight to what fate deserves, and kill me once but never again. Five at a time and you can’t feel it, just a little bit sick to the stomach, and kill me once and never again. Body shakes but you can’t feel it, get me straight to what fate deserves, and kill me once but never again. And it seems to me, and it seems to me, and it seems to me, and it seems to me, and it seems to me, and it seems to me, and it seems to me, and it seems to me, I’m not that crazy. © 2010 Breezie KaeReviews
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