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You treated me like an exit sign

Like maybe if you found enough inside of me you’d be able to keep running

Maybe then I would've been a person to you, instead of something to crawl inside of

I’d say you are only dirt to me, but nothing grows from you

And maybe I could let my tears water the flowers that I’ll plant for all that I lost, but all I can hear is you telling me to stop crying

When I was just sound filling an empty room

When I was just a paper doll

When I was just a mess of limbs

When I was just tangled hair

I’ll rip it out, I don’t want what you’ve touched

Hands too rough to put on any part of me

But now these April showers aren’t just in my head, and I wanted the water to make me grow like a tree

But in the rain I crack like the pane of glass I looked through

Maybe something is so broken in you that you had to break me too

So push me down harder so they’ll have to bury me in that mattress

And maybe from the soil that covers my casket will grow something stronger

A yew tree, still poison

A willow, still weeping

Stop crying

No