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I walk alone into the sun

All of me has come undone

Water running from my eyes

All the screaming shouts inside.

Hopes and dreams are lies

All of what you have I despise.

Walking backwards I reminisce

All those times we had I miss

Future seems distant

The past seems faint

For now all I can do it wait



I crumple up my paper and throw it all away.

No matter what I do my book is here to stay.

All my days of darkness I try to wash from my face.

I couldn’t see I was falling down, for me I was floating, there was no ground.



I didn’t see it coming I just knew it was today.

I knew it was my time to leave

I didn’t see any other way.

Sometimes wrapped the cord around my neck and pulled till it hurt.

My body was going numb but somehow I made sure the procedure didn’t work.

I took all of those feelings and stuffed them in a drawer

I turned around and then I shut the door.

I don’t know if I succeeded in killing a girl in me,

Because the blood she shed stained a part of me.

Healing is a hard process thought to be done alone.

And as I walk alone into the sun

I realize I left the darkness at home.