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We Are Strangers.

You burn me red with your suicide thoughts but I am coming at you ten times hot.
Wrists like these don’t mean a thing as the courage I believed I had was nothing more than a stab to already open wounds. 
Mad over hated words, turning ourselves against each other by wishing for things we do not need.
Dropped as a dime, the words are screaming inside of the pint glass ahead.
Describing reality as a sympathy, only being told I am a waste of a friendship in the wake of the night.
A new day and a broken image inside my mind.
Twisted and pulled, ten minutes to late.
The sun has finally begun to shine but it has faded back to grey.
Ruby red through fear by being cut short on the sharp knife of life.
Too soon the sun will shine but you will never see the day ahead.
Turning back all too late, the last words you said screamed regret.