• theycallmetreacle 9w


    I write down my pain like there’s someone to read it
    My pen burns on the page in a rush like I need it
    I’ve got nothing to say on the days where there’s someone
    All alone it’s all there I don’t know where it comes from
    It’s just pages of woe and of love and regret
    They’re just scrawls that don’t rhyme I’ve not finished one yet
    I’m in love with the pain and in pain from the love
    There’s just nothing to gain from not feeling enough
    So I feel and I feel and it hurts and feels good
    And I write that shit down like it’s something I should.


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