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Hands of Stone

I found you, it didn't matter.
I can't keep lying to myself.
I can no longer believe you will see hope.
I've been standing in front of you all this time and you just look past me.
I'm done being the man in the middle made of glass.

I'll still be that shoulder to cry upon though those tears will hurt me more.
I will still be that person to talk to but those words will stab like daggers.
And I'll still be that hand to hold
but your hands will make mine feel like ice and stone.

my heart isn't laughing.
It feels like its been torn beating from my chest.
And my mind doesn't smile.
Its grinning its black sharp toothed grin.
I am destroying myself without the slightest capability of restraining the damage.

I'll still be that shoulder to cry upon though those tears will hurt me more.
I will still be that person to talk to but those words will stab like daggers.
And I'll still be that hand to hold
but your hands will make mine feel like ice and stone.

I will not heal, I will forever be this shattered reflection.
Forever destined to remain a distorted image.
But I will no longer let you know how much loving you burns.
Or how the pain only intensifies this feeling of unbreakable bonds.
You can accept it one day but the feeling will never cease to exist
and thus the chaos that rages within will never cease to rage on.

I'll still be that shoulder to cry upon though those tears will hurt me more.
I will still be that person to talk to but those words will stab like daggers.
And I'll still be that hand to hold
but your hands will make mine feel like ice and stone.