Cursing Down Trauma St.

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Loaded pistols stare right at me.
The only thing flashing through my mind,
Is your memory.
Mr. only one who could disarm my heart,
And keep it from feeling fucked up things.

To lacking all kinds of decency,
When you left.
Still fucks me up,
A lot more than you’d think.
People ask, 
Why can’t you just get over it,
Because it was fucking real to me!

Armed guards now battle off 
dudes that think,
They’d stand a real chance with me.
Maybe I am more fucked up,
Than whatever lie they try to convince me to believe.

Cause I hate everything since you
that’s happened to me.
I even hate that I can’t tell you 
any of these things.

After everything,
You were the hardest thing.
Maybe that’s why I still hold on 
To a pain that’s deep.
Maybe what I’m truly afraid of 
Is peace.

Cause look at what happened,
The last time I smiled with ease. 
Why envision a life with somebody,
If they’re just going to leave?

The last person I trusted,
Made me feel like a queen,
Fucking deceived.
Maybe I’m just better off,
If nobody gets close to me.

Or maybe I’m just cursing
down trauma St.
I know that I need
To stop strolling through.
I may be solid, 
But I’m not fucking bulletproof.

I’m actually going to therapy 
because you.
Mr. only one who made me weak
Then shattered my heart 
Saying all the right things
with no actual means.

So it’s fucking okay,
to be mad at you.
After everything,
It’s okay to feel fucking sad,
When facing the truth. 
It’s fucking okay to heal from a future,
That didn’t come true.

Life will always aim pistols,
With all kinds of bad news.
What didn’t kill me,
Showed me,
The strength to get through. 
When something bad happened, 
And I didn’t run to you. 



Written by: Epiphany Tiffany 


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