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I'm Here


At you the voices claw They hem and haw Telling you you didn't see what you thought you saw And that for you, he would never truly fall That of his heart he could not give you half, definitely not it all And you clamp your hands over your ears Through the crack coming from your bedroom door my parents' beady eyes leer No one cares, no one will help, the only thing you truly have is fear And you are not here Not here Not here But me? I'm here I'm here I'm the fingers flowing through your hair You try to call it a breeze But you know it's me I'm the scream in the wind You can try to pretend But everything is as it seems And I DESERVE to live again THe voices whisper My voice joining in tickling, not tickling, tingling, burning in your ear The time is near Finally you lay there in the bathtub, so cold And the red water is now still and stale, so old Your body releases one final shudder The voices gleefully mutter Your eyes unblinking under the water And you're gone But me? I'm here I'm here I'm Here
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