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Kitchen Floors
aching heart and aching head
stomach pangs and feeling dead
steps towards the kitchen floor
heartbeat opens up the door
words are written on my thighs
the bulging fat that i despise
sleeves so long i dont exist
bloody lines on shaking wrists
in my world i walk a mile
throat is raw and full of bile
mind's on about how much i'll gain
but i'm only thinking of my pain
sleeves so long i dont exist
bloody lines on shaking wrists
i cant taste the food i ate
my head is chanting words of hate
i dont want to exist no more
pass out on my kitchen floor
but i can push those dreams away
im still taking breaths today
sleeves so long i dont exist
bloody lines on shaking wrists
stomach grumbling with complain
but my mind's thinking, where's the pain
i dont think, i dont hear
theres only hurt, i feel no fear
the damn alarm goes off again
yes, i know that im insane
my stomach's just about to pop,
but im feelings things, now i cant stop,
sleeves so long i dont exist
bloody lines on shaking wrists
i cant feel anything at all in this world of pain
the voices take over all i feel
tell me now, how will i feel?
now my hand's barely afloat,
perfect fingers in perfect throat,
i sit still, anticipating
the use that comes in perfect waiting
sleeves so long i dont exist
bloody lines on shaking wrists
i dont breathe
i dont think
just let your mouth open and the storm rage on
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