coastern
I'm saying fuck it to the world
I'm wracking tears that fight behind the ears of my head
I'm admitting it hurts because I'm screaming inside my soul
the glass is breaking and im slowly being covered by waves
my heart is numb and my jeans have holes
you are the hoe in my life
ripping me apart in the night
the only reason you speak is to tear me apart
kill me a bit inside and let me die on a coastern rock
I'm breathing holes into your head that follow out through your eyes
you hold me as I slip away as your hands pull the chip out of the bag
I'm suffocating under your lungs like the weight of the matress under me
I can't even learn to speak the language your eyes hold against me
I'm drawing with the hands I lost under your belt.
I'm dying a bit inside right now.
-art
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