I wished for tears when I had oceans.
I am not a hero. I carry a knife in my pocket.
I am only a monster with a pretty face,
eyez filled with your deception.
I carry my pain in my backpack,
shedding materials along the coast of the Atlantic
when I reach home I'll have nothing left
nothing left to remind me of you
except the scars on my wrists
the quotes on my thigh
and the song that will play at my wedding
(when it's legal for me to marry the love of my life)
I wrap my hopes around green leaves,
pray to the Divine Beings
to connect the dots for me.
I am nobody's hero.
All I have are words
and these words can only show you
how to save you from yourself.
for yourself.
it's only common sense.
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