poem: GET ME
Get me out of the scars I made
Get me out of the darkened days, this isn’t great
Get me out of the illness that plays with my mind
Get me out of the hell I’m burning in, this isn’t kind
Show me what you get from a lifelong lie
Show me what you get when you are the tears you cry
Show me what you get when you fall to the ground
Show me what you get if you never have been found
Don’t you feel like being alone
Don’t feel like we are changed, the world has grown
Don’t you feel like sadness is gone
Don’t you feel like being death, it is a play we act on
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