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My chest is crumbling in and on itself

Clenching like a fist

Gripping and pulling tight

I want to be free of this

But there's no end to the tremors

This has gone on for many hours

And even into the night

Something isn't right

Maybe my whole life

Is just a mistake

But I'll take that to the grave

So long as I can pay the piper

And return what I stole from her

Her heart

There's no voices in my head today

It's all clear except for my chest

It keeps pounding but my heart is silent

It dares not wake

It may get caught up in the shakes

My body moves so violently on its own

It doesn't stop, I wish I could have known

That every broken promise

Was just an excuse to survive

So the storm would settle

Like tea from the kettle

It's all too difficult to meddle

With someone else's life

And not feel like taking my own

I've got ahold of the knife

Just tell me where you want it

I'll let this pain go from my chest

Maybe then I can get more than a minute's rest