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I shouldn’t have to cry over you,

If all I do is love you.

And I cry all the time,

Even when you love me.



The tiny things that kill me,

Like the steps towards destruction;

It seems I’m never in control,

When the pinprick army comes.



You’d be surprised at how they act,

One thousand jabs in one spot.

As they stride across a sun-kissed beach,

Seeing mirages in the sand.



I forget myself while I watch the world,

And the pinprick army comes to kill.

Your awareness is lost, stuck in ice,

Blinded to my footsteps out the door.



I shouldn’t have to cry for you,

When other eyes are watching.

I am not the squadrons dream come true,

But my legs are held from walking.



I think my tears will drown them,

But really I lose my strength.

Why can’t I leave this life in bits?

Just like the pinprick army.