Numb, because all I know is hurt
They only see the dirt
Not what arose and bloomed
Soaked through from an open wound
Felt closed in a tomb, with the aroma of dew
I was so consumed, by the notions you-
Chose to focus through, what else was I supposed to do?
Options choked and bruised, comatose provoked and used
With a hopeless view, through a window that broke into-
Two pieces, atoned and doomed
If u ever pick up the phone, what tone would you use?
Would you forgive my wrongs and see a stronger dude?
Or would you just leave me alone and let the tone, click, through..?
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