Things that Need to be Said

So many things that need to be said

So many secrets locked up in my head

Too many problems I need to sort out

As inside my demons let rip and scream out

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My fault I've let rip,

My fault they now burn,

My fault she has died

And now it's my turn

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Spill out my guts,

Let tears run crimson red,

One more tiny cut

And f*ck it I'm dead.

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So many things I'm unable to say,

Too many issues have made me this way

Trapped in a world that no one can see,

I'll smile, grin and take it cuz baby thats me.

by Emily O'Brien